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Grasping At Straws
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She's grasping at straws and hoping I cannot tell.
On this site we have the 8 songs which make up the Crap Art album, where I wrote and recorded all 8 on March 31, 2004. The rules for the project and other examples can be found at the . However, I tried to make these songs as uncrappy as I could in the course of a day, and I think I succeeded for the most part.
Song Info
Genre
Pop • Trap-Pop
Charts
Peak #1,304
Peak in subgenre #85
Author
Charlie Crane
Rights
Looney Records
Uploaded
February 27, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This song began its life as a disasterously inept backing track that had not been cooperating with me all month. I finally rewrote the words (once I realized that the expression was "grasping at straws" and not "gasping for spoons"), fixed the backing a little and sang it and hoped for the best, and this is the result. I must say, it doesn't suck quite as much as it probably should.
Lyrics
she always thought of me as her enemy even when the elevator was playing our song she never wanted to be the better half of me she always thought that love would take too long she can't control her rage if all the world's a stage and she's the writer i would be a write-out cuz i can be replaced or seemingly erased i'd be traced over with a dose of white out if you cannot fix it, don't admit that it's broke go ahead and laugh, if you think love is a joke every time she sees me now she'll still wish me well she's grasping at straws and hoping i cannot tell i always seemed so nice she thought i'd break the ice she thought she'd melt my heart by playing with fire you know sometimes she thought i was a lancelot but reality can't change to suit her desires i'll get it off my chest but apathy is best cuz i know it'd be too easy to hate her she's running from the truth searching for a fountain of youth it's like she's running up the down escalator if you cannot fix it, don't admit that it's broke go ahead and laugh, if you think love is a joke every time she sees me now she'll still wish me well she's grasping at straws and hoping i cannot tell and so i guess it's through there's nothing she can do and now the both of us can do as we please and so i'll jump for joy she'll find another boy next time she wants someone to feed her disease and pay all her fees and bless when she'll sneeze and laugh when she'll tease she'll find him with ease my baby's a picasso with the things that she'll say they only make sense from a safe distance away every time she sees me now she'll still wish me well she's grasping at straws and hoping i cannot tell
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