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Most of my friends have great grandparents that have done nice things for them like visit them, bake them things, take them on trips, give them an old car.. etc.
I wanted to write a song about my grandfather, because I always thought he was an asshole. He never had any thought for anyone but himself, and was apparently a drunken womanizer his whole life.
Right while writing this song a friend of mine was dating my ex-girlfriend and was kind of on rocky terms with her. I was still in love with her (was always jealous) and while intoxicated, took advantage of their rough patch.
Embarassed, dissapointed and shamed, the song became more about me, because I wasn't any better than my self-centered grandfather. Maybe it's genetic.
I say "we're all at fault" - but I really mean me. I was trying to be LESS self centered.
I wanted the song to be an apology, because just saying sorry couldn't cut it.
First time at a show when my friend was there, we played it and I started right into his eyes the whole time. I think he smiled - I felt horrible, but smiled back and started crying. I think he did too.
I still have a picture of us from that show if you ever want to see it.
lyrics
Torn labels of bottles you can't take home
Half filled your hands are full
tell me what it was like he said
" hey, your age I remember it kindly like it's yesterday.
Hell it could be today. Thirty years, we had shit for pay and,
While you don't think about it, you learn a few things."
Then you're left with nothing
and there's no-one to blame
Everyone has so little
Everyone, makes mistakes
Wasted breath wasted time, splitting hairs splitting lives
I've got your things, have you got mine
It's not serenity, it's just pictures of our lives
the grass always greener on the other side
the sun never hotter, the bars stayed open just a little bit longer,
"So, so you've got the time. Make it last make it well, I wish the best besides
If I was there from the start,
You wouldn't have been so smart"
Then you're left with nothing
and there's no-one to blame
Everyone has so little
Everyone, makes mistakes
Wasted breath wasted time, splitting hairs splitting lives
I've got your things, have you got mine
I've got scars you're meant to see
When this life runs over me
And your eyes they don't define,
Define my family
I could be better I make mistakes
should know by now I'm twenty three
how to be, what to say
when we're all assholes
We're all assholes
How to be, How to be,
Proud of me,
Proud of me,
When we're all at fault
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