Cj Pandit - 44 Lyrics

Just like waves you're always crashing
Jesus saves, but i'm the one you're calling on
I'm the one you're calling up

Take your pain, i wrote the book
So take a page, pick any one, i'm scrawling on
Any one i'm scrawling on

Until you figure it out

You you'll always have my +44
Double denim wearing therapist on the line
Give you everything you still want more
And it feels like the blind leading the blind

Blue Monday's your spinning like a
Hurricane, you think i live in the eye of it

Look my way, but all i do is paraphrase
I'm selling gold if you're buying it

And while you figure it out

You know you'll always have my +44
Double denim wearing therapist on the line
Give you everything you still want more and it feels like the blind leading the blind

We grew up in the same town
We're about the same age
Drank the same beers at our friends house
And now you call me up to show you the way

At my feet asking for wisdom
About things half baked inside our tiny minds
And smooth young brains

Hurricane Weather
I always end up paraphrasing

You ask what i've learnt
You ask for help

One in a week, three in a month

You took a year to work it out

You break and i pick up the pieces

Emotional punchbag

Hang me up on by my coat hooks
And punch me til you're tired
Sunday Scaries
You're always at a the foot of a breakthrough
I'll give you a leg up over the sunday scaries
So close, but so far

Every time you take a memory of the shelf
You dent it change it and play chinese whispers with yourself
Is there someone else? You can call?

And i'll always be the voice at the end of the phone

The push and the pull

Double Denim wearing therapist

Go and do your work

It's a good thing but it's tiring