Stephen Conn

Stephen Conn

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ripchord

Written By: stephen conn

i guess iÕll never know why
i couldnÕt hold your attention
and i guess iÕll never know
how i became an afterthought
and i guess iÕll never know why
you took away your affection
but there it goes, there it goes

i guess iÕll never know why
this wasnÕt worth your protection
and i guess iÕll never know
how i ended up with sum of nought
and i guess iÕll never know why
youÕve turned another direction
but there you go, there you go

but i wonÕt push you for an explanation
i donÕt think i could trust it
like i could before
and i would only find false comfort
in the whys and becauses
youÕve got me looking at the ground
youÕve pulled the ripchord now
and iÕm going down

i guess iÕll never know why
i fell so short of perfection
and i guess iÕll never know
why you didnÕt give a second thought
and i guess iÕll never know why
you made another selection
but there you go, there you go

but i wonÕt push you for an explanation
i donÕt think i could trust it
like i could before
and i would only find false comfort
in the whys and becauses
youÕve got me looking at the ground
youÕve pulled the ripchord now
and iÕm going down

youÕve got me crashing down
while your parachute is opening out
iÕm heading for the ground
whyÕd you go and pull the ripchord now?
whyÕve you got me crashing down?

scene of your crime

Written By: stephen conn

wrapped in police tape now
i've cordoned myself off
this little scene of your crime
the only evidence that they will find is loss
and you've been very good
at removing every trace
of every drop and fleck and fibre
linking you to me in this case

and i've gone under
and i've gone over it
the fingerprints you used to leave as gifts
all faded from me
and i've gone through it
just to find a single clue
to shine a torchlight on a motive
for why you've gone
and turned me into
this scene of your crime

sirens over now
you've paid off your alibi
this little scene of your crime
knows you've taken up remaining silent as your right
and you've been very good
at shaking me off of your tail
and filling in every footprint
the steps you took to make your getaway

and i've gone under
and i've gone over it
the fingerprints you used to leave as gifts
all faded from me
and i've combed through it
but not turned up a single clue
you're on the run now with your motive
for why you've gone
and turned me into
this scene of your crime

this scene of your crime

youth

Written By: stephen conn

i spent my youth tying nets for safety
collecting medals for bravery
what was it all for

i spent my youth bearing the bruises you laid on me
tracing the scars that you gave to me
what was it all for

the other boys out laying donuts round the virgin cul-de-sacs
while i was locked up in my bedroom, rallying for new attacks
glad there's no going back

i spent my youth thinking money could save me
buying my ticket into slavery
what was it all for

i spent my youth thinking the right suit could make me
didn't know just how badly it would break me
what was it all for

the other boys out downing bourbon-i could never get a taste for that
while i sipped champagne in my wardrobe, oh the sorrows i drowned in that
glad there's no going back

i spent my youth thinking your love could save me
singing harmonies to 'be my baby'
what was it all for

i spent my youth thinking your love could set me free
while you were waving goodbye to me
what was it all for

the other boys out chasing balls around that grass inside the running track
while i was playing the piano, all a boy could do who couldn't throw or catch
glad there's no going back