We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Verse 1:
I'm not telling stories, I'm not spinning webs, I don't want no attention I'm just not willing to accept
I'm scared of the breeze, of what it might do, cause every time the air moves i whip around looking for you
Look what you've done, you've taken my wings, you've taken things that weren't yours and you still dare to smile at me
examine your work, take it all in, you took a hammer to a temple that'll never be perfect again

Pre-Chorus: I'm not yours to play with,
I'm not yours to break

Chorus 1:
What gives the right to not listen? The right to just take?
Do my words mean nothing? My nails on your face?
I've had nightmares on Fridays since you darkened my door, now it's my turn to speak you can't silence any more

Second Verse:
Under the covers, where I used to hide, nineteen years of protection laid waste in just one night,
And I'm left with the world, raw on my skin, while you walk around without consequence to laugh and smile and live,
Trigger warning, this gun's still recoiling, and you can't put the bullet back don't you dare try to tell me that you're sorry
‘Cause I know you're not, your conscious is clear, you feel none of it: no pain, no chemicals, no terror, no fear

Pre-Chorus: I'm not yours to play with,
I'm not yours to break

Chorus 2:
What gives the right to not listen? The right to just take?
Do my words mean nothing? My nails on your face?
I've had nightmares on Fridays since you darkened my door, now it's my turn to speak you can't silence any more

Bridge:
The sun will never cease to rise, I'll face the moon every night
But I will light a flame the likes of which will burn and burn and burn
the likes of which will burn the hurt away

Pre-Chorus: I'm not yours to play with,
I'm not yours to break

Chorus 3:
What gives the right to not listen? The right to just take?
Do my words mean nothing? My nails on your face?
I've had nightmares on Fridays since you darkened my door, now it's my turn to speak, and you can’t silence
The voice of a phoenix, who’s risen from pain,
You might want to forget, but I’m not gonna make it
Easy to live with your memories
‘Cause mine are hell, and you deserve the same

credits

from Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist, released August 7, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Luke Metzler image

Luke Metzler Rochester, New York

contact / help

Contact Luke Metzler

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Luke Metzler, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Fabiana Palladino stops by to talk about her mesmeric debut LP.
listen now