kody sat down on the avenue
he tapped his feet,
to the humming of the highway
he watched the light shine down on the broken glass,
and thought
i don’t got no reasons, yet
there it is and there it was
it was clear to all of us
we kept this hat of broken dreams
and we pulled them out, when we needed them
around.

so please hand me the bottle,
i think i’m lonely now
and please give me direction,
i think the hurt set in
and i don’t feel nothing

there’s a squeak hinge down on the back gate
it lets us know if he comes around
i don’t sleep that good anyway
if you’ve never heard that silence, it’s a
god awful sound

i don’t feel nothing, no i don’t feel nothing
there’s nothing to feel good about here

don’t much get down to the avenue
i could drive,
but it takes so much to get there
don’t get off all the broken glass,
the cadillac scene,
well
i’ve seen a lot of good things die and i’m
in an over emotional way..

kody
matchbox twenty

funny how words can take you back to suffocating heat through the window, a/c always broken, driving past the sindhi muslim chowk, haiders, fantasizing about mango milk shakes, turn right, take it past the bridge, halfway there, you've got two more songs before you arrive, close your eyes.

this album is history. the notes carry heavier meaning..and up until this evening i didn't even know what each song was called, but i'd swear they were the soundtrack to my life.

i think that the truth is going to hurt
and i dont know why you couldn't just stand with me,
couldn't stand to be near me,
when my face don't seem to want to shine..cause its a little bit dirty,
well don't just stand there.
say nice things to me.
cause ive been cheated, ive been wronged
you, you don't know me,
well i can't change that.
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she said it's cold outside, and she hands me a raincoat,
she's always worried about things like that.
she said its all going to end, and it might as well be my fault.
she only sleeps when its raining,
and she screams, and her voice is strained..
she says baby..its 3am, i must be lonely,
she says baby...i can't help but be scared of it all sometimes.

the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days & days
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i wonder what it’s like to be the rainmaker,
i wonder what it’s like to know that i made the rain,
i’d store it in boxes with little yellow tags on everyone,
and you can come and see them when i’m
done,
when i’m done.

i wonder what it’s like to be a super hero,
i wonder where i’d go if i could fly around downtown,
from some other planet, i get this funky high on yellow sun
boy i bet my friends will be
stunned,
they’re stunned.

straight up, what did you hope to learn about here
if i were someone else, would this all fall apart
strange, where were you, when we started this gig,
i wish the real world, would just stop hassling me
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