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"He who forgets, will be destined to remember..."

Something Corporate - Konstantine

I can’t imagine all the people that you know,
and the places that you go when the lights are turned down low.
And I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen,
but I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams.

And you tell me that it’s over.
..wake up lying in a patch of four-leaf clover.
And you’re restless, and I’m naked.
You gotta get out.. you can’t stand to see me shaking.. no.
Would you let me go? I didn’t think so.

And you don’t want to be here in the future,
so you say the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past.
And you don’t want to look much closer,
afraid to find out all this hope you had sent into the sky
by now had crashed.
And it did, because of me.

And then you bring me home,
afraid to find out that you’re alone.
And I’m sleeping in your living room..
But we don’t have much room to live.

And I have these dreams—in them I learn to play guitar.
Maybe cross the country, become a rock star.
And there was hope in me that I could take you there,
but damnit you’re so young..
well I don’t think I care.

And if I hurt you, then I’m sorry. Please don’t think that this was easy.
And then you’d bring me home.. ‘cause we both know what it’s like to be alone.
And I’m dreaming in your living room.
But we don’t have much room to live.

And Konstantine is walking down the stairs.
Doesn’t she look good, standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking what I was thinking..
but we’ve been drinking and it doesn’t get me anywhere.

My Konstantine came walking down the stairs,
and all that I could do was touch her long, blond hair.
And I’ve been thinking, it hurts me thinking that these nights when we were drinking, no they never got us anywhere.
No.

This is because I can spell confusion with a K and I can like it..
It’s to dying in another’s arms, and why I had to try it..
It’s to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car when the first star you see may not be a star—I’m not your star….
Isn’t that what you said? What you thought the song meant?

And if this is what it takes just to laugh at my mistakes and live with what I did to you, and all the hell I put you through…
I always catch the clock—it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
It’s not hard to dream you’ll always be my Konstantine.

My Konstantine—they’ll never hurt you like I do..
No, they’ll never hurt you like I do..
No… no. no no no no no no.

This is to a girl who got into my head with all the pretty things she did..
hey, you know, you keep me up in bed.
This is to a girl who got into my head with all these fucked up things I did…
hey, maybe, baby you could keep me up in bed..
my Konstantine. You spin around me like a dream we played out on this movie screen..
and I said, did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you? Did you know I miss you? I miss you.

And then you bring me home and we go to sleep, but this time not alone.
Then you’ll catch me in your living room.. No you miss me in your living room..
Cuz these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room.

We don’t have much room..
I said does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room to live…
My Konstantine.

These lyrics are by Something Corporate, from Konstantine. Posted at 7:30pm on 25 June 2006.
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