list 43 of my favorite song lyrics

All I know is that you’re so nice,
You’re the nicest thing I’ve seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.

I wish I was your favourite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish I was your favourite smile,
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

I wish you couldn’t figure me out,
But you always wanna know what I was about.
I wish you’d hold my hand when I was upset,
I wish you’d never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly,
‘Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see.
Basically, I wish that you loved me,
I wish that you needed me,
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.

I wish that without me your heart would break,
I wish that without me you’d be spending the rest of your nights awake.
I wish that without me you couldn’t eat,
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.

All i know is that you’re the nicest thing I’ve ever seen;
I wish that we could see if we could be something.

She was waitin` at the station
He was gettin` off the train
He didn’t have a ticket so he had to bum through the barriors, again.

Well the ticket inspector saw him rushin` through,
He said “Girl you don’t know how much I missed you
But we better run ‘cause I
Havent got the funds to pay this
Fine,
She said…
Fine

So they ran out of the station,
And jumped onto a bus with
Two of yesterdays travel cards
And two bottles of bud,
And he said you look well nice.

Well she was wearin a skirt,
And he thought she looked nice
Yeah, she didn’t really care about anything else
Because she only wanted him to think that she looked nice,
And he did

But he was lookin’ at her, yeah
All funny in the eye
She said “C`mon boy
Tell me what you’re thinkin` now
Dont be shy.”

He said “Alright I’ll try…

Well the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the tree
All the broken bits that make you trip up
And the grassy bits inbetween
All the matter in the world
Is how much that I like you…

She said… “what?”
He said “Let me try and explain again…

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah, they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful,

Rhats how I feel about you…

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful

Thats how I feel about you
Yeah, thats how I feel about you…

She said “what?”
He said “you…”
She said “what are you talking about?”
He said “you.”

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful
Thats how i feel about you

right birds can fly so high
and they can shit on your head
yeah they can almost fly into your eye
and make you feel well scared
but when you look at them
and you see that they are beautiful
thats how I feel about you

And thats how I feel about you

She said “thanks, I like you too”
He said “cool.”

I’ve been looking for the questions,
To the answers I’ve been fed,
A banquet of lies,
Digested with a smile,
I’m a captive in a hole,
I’m gracious in defeat,
Take back the mic,
Turn off the light I stole.

You’re the captain of your soul,
The master of your fate,
I dreamt of being like you,
So pure. So clean. So whole.
I just need one more chance,
To rinse my eyes,
And wash away my blindness,
Wash away my sadness,
Wash my dependence,
Wash away my fear.

So I can give myself protection,
When you put me down,
So I can deal with disconnection,
When I hit the ground.
Get resistance to the infection,
That you spread around.

So I can declare my independence.

It’s been so long, so high,
This wall I’ve climbed,
So green, so blue,
So real, surreal,
I’m home, I’m dry, I’m free
I’ve washed my hands of the future.

Summer time and the wind is blowing,
outside in lower chelsea.
And I dont know what Im doing in this city,
The sun is always in my eyes,
It crashes through the windows,
and Im sleeping on the couch,
When I came to visit you.

Thats when I knew that I could never have you,
I knew that before you did,
Still Im the one whos stupid.
And theres this burning,
like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone,
and Ive never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes,
and you dont mind, you smile,
And say the world doesnt fit with you.
I dont believe you, youre so serene,
Careening through the universe,
your axis on a tilt,
youre guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you.

And theres things Id like to do that you dont believe in,
I would like to build something,
but youd never see it happen
And theres this burning,
like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone,
and Ive, Ive never been so alive.

And theres this burning, there was this burning.

Where’s the soul.
I want to know,
New York City’s evil.
The surface is everything,
but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.

And this is the last time,
we’ll be friends again.
And I’ll get over you,
you’ll wonder who I am.
And theres this burning,
just like theres always been,
Ive never been so alone,
and I’ve, Ive never been so alive.

I go home to the coast.
It starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone,
Taste the salt and taste the pain.
Im not thinking of you again,
Summer dies and swells rise,
the sun goes down in my eyes,
see this rolling wave,
darkly coming to take me home,
And I never been so alone,
and Ive never been so alive.

Thursday night
Everything’s fine,
Except you’ve got that look in your eye,
When I’m telling a story and you find it boring,
You’re thinking of something to say.
You’ll go along with it,
Then drop it,
And humiliate me,
In front of our friends.

Then I’ll use that voice that you find annoying
And say something like:
Yeah, intelligent input darling,
Why don’t you just have another beer then?

Then you’ll call me a bitch
And everyone we’re with will be embarrassed,
And I wont give a shit.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
And I know that I should let go,
But I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right,
Every time that you’re upset I just smile.
I know I should forget,
But I can’t.

You said I must eat so many lemons
Cause I am so bitter.
I said I’d rather be with your friends mate,
Cause they are much fitter.

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
And I must admit that I was a bit scared,
But it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
And I know that I should let go,
But I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right,
Every time that you’re upset I just smile.
I know I should forget,
But I can’t.

Your face is pasty
Cause you’ve gone and got so wasted,
What a surprise,
Don’t want to look at your face
Cause it’s makin’ me sick.

You’ve gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Ohmigosh I cannot be bothered with this.

Well, I’ll leave you there ‘till the mornin’,
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I’m not stuck with this one.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right,
every time that you’re upset and I smile.
I know I should forget,
But I can’t.

And every time we fight I know it’s not right,
Every time that you’re upset I just smile.
I know I should forget,
But I can’t.

N.B: Fit (as in fitter) is UK slang for ‘Hot’ or good looking.

I’m 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 are 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 whoever they’re there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore.
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 wanna get caught.

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

Oh, we’re so c-c-c-c-c-controversial.
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 on my body that works harder than my heart.
And it’s all from watching TV.
And from speedin’ 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 fights.
I just wanna believe. .

This is intolerable.

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

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

I can feel the pressure
coming down from all around,
so many deadlines to meet.
Life has gotten crazy again,
so many people counting on me.

I keep my nose pressed to the grindstone,
I find comfort there,
I work for a living and I get it done,
I don’t have a moment to spare.

You think you’ve got me figured out,
well there’s not really to much more.
I work for a living and I get it done,
I’m just another working class whore.

I put in the over time
on this corporate ladder climb,
I’m respected inside these walls.
I make my journey home,
watch tv all alone,
outside I’m nothing at all.

So many times I wish I could
make a difference in this world,
but I work for a living and I get it done,
I just do as I am told.

You think you’ve got me figured out,
well there’s not really to much more.
I work for a living and I get it done,
I’m just another working class whore.

Day in day out same old thing,
I’m a slave to this grind,
for all the work I do to keep myself ahead,
I wonder what I leave behind.

Rent, water, power, phone,
insurance to pay on health,
life auto and home.
I wake up old and I won’t fit the mold,
I’ll be out on my own.

I’m just another working class whore.

He is the icon of our times, solution to our modern crimes.
His trigger finger clicks remotes,
as carbohydrates slowly bloat.
Not fragile, or brittle.
He’s seeking an acquittal.
No scruples, no meekness,
he has but one great weakness.

All the world must have a price,
save yourself from sacrifice,
everything will end all right.
American Kryptonite.

His mighty hands will hardly fail,
his intellect is barely frail,
he moves his lips in perfect sync,
demanding an espresso drink.
With passion, he searches, he’ll make another purchase.
Familiar, you know him, he’s saying that you owe him.

It was like the Manifest Destiny all over again, except,
instead of taking and consuming
everything in their paths for God,
they did so with the same fervor
and sense of entitlement for their new god… themselves.

Buy, take, break, throw it away.

Going out on Friday night,
Drinking with your good friends,
Work for the man,
Do the best you can,
To make it to the weekend.
Everybody’s coming out,
We’re gonna have a good time,
Just forget all the bullshit,
And everything will be fine.

Get to the show, things start to go,
And everybody’s swaying,
Drinks in the air,
And we don’t care,
Cause the band just starting playing.
Guy walks by with this look in his eye,
And we know what he’s doing,
He’s just out to find about the faces he can ruin.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT,
And you think its right,
Cause your always fuckin’ wasted.
You’re gonna go to the punk rock show,
To rearrange some faces.
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT,
And you think its right,
Testosterone abuser,
Your gonna go to the punk rock show,
And act a fuckin’ loser.

Don’t look now, I heard a pow,
And there’s a girl a crying,
You let one fly and hit her in the eye,
And on the floor she’s lying.
Your bros all thought you looked pretty cool when they saw you deck her,
I thought you knew what steroids do to your drunken little pecker.

Can you tell I’m faking it? But I want to be myself,
A counterfeit disposition,
Can’t be good for my health.
So many different faces,
Depending on the different phases,
My personality changes,
I’m a chameleon.
There’s more than one dimension,
I can fool you and attract attention,
Camouflage my nature,
Let me demonstrate…

Makeup’s all off,
Who am I?
Magic’s in the make up,
Who am I?

If you bore me then I’m comfortable,
If you interest me I’m scared.
My attraction paralyzes me,
No courage to show my true colors that exist,
But I want to be the real thing.
But if you catch my eye can’t be authentic,
The one’s I loath are the one’s that know me the best.

My makeup’s all off,
Who am I?
The magic’s in the make up,
Who am I?

The makeup’s all off,
Who am I?
If the magic’s in the make up,
Then who am I?
Magic’s in the makeup,
But I want to be real the thing,
But the magic’s in the makeup,
And I want to be the real thing.

My makeup’s all off,
Who am I?