Elliott Smith Quotes

I'd say you make the
perfect angel in the snow
all crushed out on the way
you are, I'd better stop before
it goes too far.

What I used to be will pass away, and then you'll see
That all I want now is happiness for you and me.

I'm looking at a hand full of broken plans
And I'm tired of playing it down
You just want her to do anything to you
There ain't nothing you won't allow
You wake up in the middle of the night
From a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's light
You say she's waiting and I know what for
The white lady loves you more

Veins full of disappearing ink
Vomitting in the kitchen sink.

You don't deserve to be lonely,
but those drugs you got won't make you feel better. Pretty soon you'll find it's the only little part of your life you're keeping together.

I'm going out now like a baby
A naïve unsatisfiable baby
Grabbing onto whatever's around
For the soaring high or the crushing down
With hidden cracks that don't show, but that constantly just grow.

Don't you know that I love you?
sometimes I feel like
only a cold still life
only a frozen still life
that fell down here to lay beside you.

This is the place where time reverses. Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses. Instruments shine on a silver tray
Don't let me get carried away.

I'm in love with the world,
Through the eyes of a girl,
Who's still around the morning after.

Bored in a role, but he can't stop
Standing up to sit back down,
and lose the one thing found.
Spinning the world like a toy top
'till there's a ghost in every town.

The first true love that folded at the slightest touch,
brought down like an old hotel,
people digging through the rubble for things they can resell.

It's a picture perfect evening
And I'm staring down the sun
Fully loaded, deaf, and dumb
And done waiting for sedation to disconnect my head
Or any situation where I'm better off than dead

She appears composed
So she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll

I'm a roman candle
My head is full of flames
I want to hurt him
I want to give him pain
And make him feel this pretty burn.

There's some records that sell millions of copies, that it's really unclear if anybody liked it who was making it, y'know?