the song song

(альбом: what the fuck - 2010)

Yeah
[*clears throat*]
This is a studio in Metropolitan Avenue, at Lorimer Street
Yeah, sunny day

Well, I got three months to write a song, to write a song for you
And I'm gonna take my time and say exactly what I mean
Damn, seems like writing songs is a lot like being in prison
And I realize that the only one who put me there is me, yeah

Got to break free, I need to break free
But I only changed my mind again and then I'm left behind
Oh, I wish that I could make up my mind again this time
But my brain is still in black and white
(Yeah, oh)

Oh, I think I used this melody one thousand times before
And the worst part is that I'm not sure if I'm the one who wrote it
Probably stole it from some song my mommy used to sing me
Maybe it's just something off the radio or TV

I got to break free, I need to break free
Cause I cannot take the pain of being locked up this way
One day you'll find me in paradise, I'll be saying what I need to say

One more time, alright

Say anything you want, to do anything you need
Say what you mean, do what you mean
Oh, please, please, please

Got to break free
I've so got to breathe, but I always lose my mind
And then I'm standing in line
I can't remember the last time I truly said what was on my mind
And I don't mean to waste your time
I wish that I could truly break free some time
But freedom is hard to find

Freedom's hard to find
Baby, I'm trying
Baby, I think I'm dying