The Menzingers - Rented World Album Lyrics

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I Don't Wanna Be An Asshole Anymore

Yeah!
Last Friday night I wasn't me
I was a still life trapped in eternity
I was the focal point of a focus out of ink

And I've been wandering and I live through the garden of your heart ache
Always making a mess, always stumbling out the door
But I don't wanna be an asshole anymore

Woah baby, baby I'll be good to you
I don't wanna be an asshole anymore
Woah baby, baby, I'll be good to you
Baby, baby, I'll be good to you

Another night, I devour the sun
Plunge myself into the depths of oblivion
Yeah somewhere along the way I found wine
Feels damn good just to bleed sometimes
All I ever wanted was to make things right
Usual vital, missing spite
I push my emotions off a bridge,
I've been taking them hostage with a shotgun
Now we're somewhere treading water,
Somewhere lost inside the the man that I'm not
But I don't wanna be an asshole anymore

Woah baby, baby I'll be good to you
I don't wanna be an asshole anymore
Woah baby, baby, I'll be good to you
I'll be good to you
I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good

I won't lie no more about where I've been
And I won't pry no more over the people that you're hanging with
You're the only lover that I ever miss
And I've been hopelessly in love with
Look at this tangle of thorns
I don't wanna be an asshole anymore
Yeah, I don't wanna be an asshole anymore
Oh no, no, no

 

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Bad Things

I've been dreaming that my teeth are falling out.
I'm driving, there's no steering wheel,
no doors, I can't see out.
Kicking and screaming on the motorway,
The radio static screams my name.

Water is coming up faster and faster;
I can't move my arms; they've been casted in plaster.
Bleeding on the motorway,
The radio static repeats my name.

Paranoid, I'm paranoid, I'm paranoid;
Where did this gun come from?

Don't wait up for me my friend,
I'm planning to watch the world burn.
Don't wait up for me my friend,
I'm planning to watch the world burn down.
All your friends are dead and gone.

I've been dreaming that our teeth are torn out.
I'm driving, there's no steering wheel,
no doors, I can't get out.
Metal and plastic on the motorway,
The radio static forgot our name.

I'm gonna do it;
I'm gonna do it this time, pull it this time.

 

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Rodent

I want to be more discreet
I want them all to quit following me
In the walls held captive lives a mouse
I don't have the guts to kick him out
In the forest where I live
Lives someone who I would have hated when I was young

When I swore life had a purpose
When I was sure the whole thing was worth it

Damn the days we took for granted
Never again will I let anyone close to me
Yeah, me and the rodent in the wall
Have more in common after all

So burn the f*cker down
I don't care anymore
Let it all go
Cause if this is what you want
I understand
Go on with a gift(?) left on your hands

I've tried running
I've tried hiding
I've tried everything but dying

Damn the days we took for granted
Never again will I let anyone close to me
Yeah, me and the rodent in the wall
Have more in common after all
Me and the rodent in the wall
We have more in common after all

I have only bad news
I am only bad news for you

 

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Where Your Heartache Exists

My girl she's a good one,
she's always on my mind,
she is a rose and I am a stone,
she's always poking her head out
and striking a pose,
I'm always plucking her petals,
and some nights we fall out of love,
some nights I sleep in her arms,
some nights I sleep on the couch.

Well I spent that night in our past life,
wringing out the years from our shoes,
in the distance yo lived with my signature
penned on a treaty that kept our armies at rest,
but I was a pushy little one,
when you tried to find someone new,
I just kind of waited around for you,
because what else was I suppose to do?

I know where your heartache exists,
it's when you are alone and when you're around me.

I saw it in your face the day we parked your car
on the shoulder by the reservoir,
and in my mouth my words did hide
for fear of being recognized.

 

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My Friend Kyle

We were young kids.
We made a difference.
We survived those churches and hospitals.
Tall tales get taller, but they'll never grow old.
Yours is a flame, it never goes old:
A guiding light in the storm for our sinking hearts.
Yours is the summer that will never end.

Sleep now, it's only getting better, man.
Sleep now, it's only getting better.

Some day we'll all die; some people never lie.
You lived the lives of a thousand men.
Living from your feet, never from your knees.
You are the light above, you are the air in our lungs.
You are the earth beneath our feet.

No don't fade away, don't fade away.
No don't take him away, don't take him away.

Sleep now, it's only getting better, man.
Sleep now, it's only getting better.

(No don't take him away, don't take him away)

 

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Transient Love

I used to lie to myself all the time
I was always over-reacting, screaming "I'm gonna die."
But now I'm five thousand miles from a head on my shoulder
From a night I spent sober, screaming "I'm gonna die."

But all I ever wanted was to make things right
All I ever wanted was to make things right

Transient love, I was a ghost on your birthday
I was a runaway, somewhere in a grave of mistakes
Transient love, you should've seen the view from the mansion
It made me think of things we never mentioned
The things we're too afraid to say

Like what if I spend the next few years
Just somewhere in some atmosphere
While you're at home with pills for pain
I hope it doesn't end this way

All I ever wanted was to make things right
All I ever wanted was to make things right
Over and over in my head I tried
But all I ever wanted was to make things right

 

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The Talk

Alright, I'm okay
We did it your way
I never loved you anyway
You've got your problems
That's your problem
I never loved you anyway

Alright, I'm okay
We did it your way
I never loved you anyway
You've got your problems
That's your problem
I never loved you anyway

Your lips are poison
Your heart is frozen
You never loved me anyway

I want my life back
You turned my chest black
I don't owe you anything

Got me strung out
I'm sweating bullets
I can't sleep
I'm crawling out of my skin
But I'll be okay
I did it my way
And I don't owe you anything

You've got no heart of gold

You're aesthetic
You're pathetic
I'll never owe you anything
Hey pariah; you're the liar
And I don't owe you anything

I'm not like you

You've got no heart of gold

I'm not like you

You've got no heart of gold

We'll chalk it up to progress

 

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Nothing Feels Good Anymore

I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field,
somewhere in the overgrowth of your memory,
and at night you wander though, as the image of a
former you, searching every nook and every cranny for
the form that I am taking.

But "baby, baby I'm right here!", I try to shout and scream
and say, but my darling you just swat, you just swat me
away, and in my greatest desperation, I dig deep into
your skin, a little itch to keep the thought of me.
But nothing feels good anymore.

I'm at the party in a cloud of nicotine,
exhaled by drunk twenty somethings,
there's a couple arguing in the bathroom,
there's a couple kids just trying to get high,
I try to make my way out, 'cause I've got to see you
tonight, I start pacing then running.

"But baby, baby buzz me in!", I ring you intercom and
say, but you just poke your head through the curtain
and my hearts on the floor.

Like the dead cat in the alley, like the garbage
overturned, like the uninviting orgy on top of some dog
shit in the yard, I had a life, I thought I had it together,
I thought my house could never burn, but that was
before.

 

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Hearts Unknown

Budding young philosophers sit down at the dinner table,
They all stand up to pay the bill but none of them are able.
The kids, they're staring at their phones.
They're calling it "communication".
They've been to the desert, they're part of the show;
But they don't know what they don't know.

Brilliant young philosophers are making your decisions,
A brother and sister come to blows over a broken television.
Now I'm staring at my phone, I'm not calling it communication.
I've been to the desert, I'm part of the show,
The things I know, the things I know.

Hearts unknown beat alone,
Who's god will save your soul?

Your soul is long gone.

Hearts unknown beat alone,
Who's god will save your soul?
Hearts unknown beat alone,
They don't know rock and roll.

 

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In Remission

I've got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Massachusetts,
Tucked in the back of my wallet,
I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston,
With a blank eye from the cashier,
for why it's torn and busted, up.

I remember that moment of silence,
I was at a mall in Norridge,
Shoppers stared at the ground,
The escalators went on smoke breaks,
Oh 1918, you've yet to see the worst of humans acting.

Maybe the future's just a little bit weirder,
Maybe the God you love is all I've got to fear.
Life's a type of illness in remission,
Tucked under the weight of it all,
After a drink and we drove back drunk through the busy city streets.

I hate how I always get nervous every time I try to speak,
In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police.
And I hate the things that I know about you,
And all the horrible things that you do.
I don't want to be late for work today,
I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face,
Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone.

Oh yeah!

If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you.
If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you.
If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you.
If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you.

Oh yeah!

If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you.
If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you.

 

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Sentimental Physics

I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher,
He said "We're going off to war".
I heard a ghost whisper to a preacher,
He said "We're going to start a war".
A newsman put a paper in my hand, telling me his truth.
Jesus and The Scientist will never reconcile this.

We're pieces on, we're pieces on the board.

When you're lonely, you can fine me.
When you're feeling lost in a bidding war.
When you're lonely, you can come fine me,
When you're feeling lost in a bidding war.

Guns and Lawyers, Gods and Aeroplanes,
Promises, white cloaks, white jackets.

I heard a ghost whisper to a teacher,
He said "We're gonna start a war".

 

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When You Died

I was on my way to heaven when you died
I was whistling up the express lane, I was cheating HOV lanes
Made it to the gate with record timing
I quickly through my hazards on (to buy the fine of parking?)
I was on my way to heaven when you died
I was dressed in all black in a hope
That nobody would notice me the boltcutters I was hiding
Underneath my oversized jacket
I snuck around the back and broke you out when the gods weren't looking
I was on my way to heaven when you died

But then it was all over
They got us surrounded
They beat us with batons
Cuffed us and threw us in the car
When I wake up I want to talk to a lawyer
I demand a fair and speedy trial

Where do people go when they die?
How do you keep them alive?
How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again?
Where do people go when they die?
How do you keep them alive?
How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again?
Not to any other friends

But oh, how can a perfect human run out of luck
As just so many other people scream (and jive?)?
And oh, I cannot help but fear the things that I can't control
The things I'll never ever know

Where do people go when they die?
How do you keep them alive?
How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again?
Where do people go when they die?
How do you keep them alive?
How do you make sure that something like this won't ever happen again?
Not to any other, any other friends