Okay, I Believe You but My Tommy Gun Don’t

I am heaven sent.
Don’t you dare forget.
I am all you’ve ever wanted.
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told.
I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems.
Shelter from cold.
We’re never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me what it’s like to have myself so figured out.
I wish I knew.

I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are with who ever they’re there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore.
I hope you come down with something they can’t diagnose,
don’t have the cure for.

Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it’s so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
Cause you can’t keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn’t want to get caught.

We’re concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe… in us.

Oh, we’re so contraversial.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth.
We are the best at what we do.
And these are the words you wish you wrote down.
This is the way you wish your voice sounds.
Handsome and smart.
Oh, my tongue’s the only muscle in my body that works harder than my heart.
And it’s all from watching TV.
And from speeding up my breathing.
Wouldn’t stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.
You’re holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love.
Oh, so let it go.

We’re concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe…
We’re concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe… in us.

This is the craze only we can bestow.
This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the battle.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you’re alone.
This is the reason you fall.

We’re concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe…
We’re consentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe… in us.

Okay, I believe You But My Tommy Gun Don’t ~ Brand New
This song is calm and relaxed. Well at least the music is. The lyrics on the other hand have a lot more to them. The simple begining of just the guitar softly strummed is great. And then the variation on the first theme with the addition of the second guitar. And to hear the singer more relaxed and not screaming his lungs out, which he does do very well. The lyrics are full of pain and anger but you hardly hear it in the music. Its there festering beneath the surface.

I tend to listen to this song when I am bordering on my depression. When I’m not raging mad or crying upset, just calmly quiet. The lyrics help me to let go of the stress for that moment. When the second guitar starts in, I feel like I’m flying over and above me and all my issues. This song allows me to grow wings and step back from life. It helps me concentrate on falling apart.