Here Comes Treble - The Flatliners

I wrote this for my brother

I didn’t mean to become a stranger

And this is for my mother

How could I ever turn and leave this place?

Now listen, Father

I need to tell you all I’ve learned from you

It’s written on my face

As I drive 'round the world in disgrace

Does the telephone ring?

Can’t wait to show you what a jaded fuck I’ve become

I’m officially finished singing about some better way

Because we’re all so young and there’s time to change

Just tell me, aren’t these the reddest eyes you’ve ever seen?

Sitting on the steps of where my family’s grown

I fold from this game

After the hundredth time, this feeling’s passed over me

I’ll try my best not to take my time

Making the telephone ring

I’ll waste my life and never make up the time

I wrote this for my brother

I didn’t mean to become a stranger

And this is for my mother

How could I ever turn and leave this place?

Now listen, Father

I need to tell you all I’ve learned from you

It’s written on my face

As I drive 'round the world in disgrace

I’m not gonna take my time

Making the telephone ring

I’ll waste my life and never make up the time

Are you still happy to see my pale face?

Oh, tell me why I rot on the inside

Dry your eyes off in half-time

We’ll only speak when it matters to me

How I despise this disguise

I’ll never take my time

Making the telephone ring

I’ll waste my life and never make up the time

Are you happy to see my pale face?

Oh, tell me why I sit and I rot on the inside

I can’t find

The words to dry your eyes

(Ain't life grand sometimes?)