Boys Throwing Bikes Songtext

But I don't blame you none. it's like I say:

We are tiny, we are living
we are scared of being real
we all worry about time passing
wind up missing every meal
you know we've got a lot to handle
as the night light reveals
that we are branches falling out of trees
and the breeze is gonna take its time
until we make up our minds
and find
it's really no big deal.

Tonight I'm your circus clown and I hang myself
with alcohol and all after the show
and I head in crazed directions, picking up the broken bikes
and putting them back in the rack as I go
All the bikes that all the drunk boys like to smash n toss n let em go below
I said they take the time to pick em up and carry them up the stairs and them let ‘em go
let ‘em go, let ‘em go, another ‘heave ho'

But I don't blame them none, knowing what I know:

That they are tiny, they are restless
and they know they know the deal
they all worry about time passing
don't have time for what is real
and they've got a lot to handle
as the night light reveals
that they are branches falling out of trees
and the breeze is gonna take its time
until we make up our minds
and find in time it's
really no big deal.

I'm speck of dust on the wall y'see
cause don't need no personality
And I'm waking up, and I can see you're gone
just like you said you'd be
But sitting on the table is a note you wrote
all things you said you could not see, could not see with me
and I can hardly read, I hardly try, but I can finally recognize
that it's addressed to me

all your best wishes and dreams addressed to me.
and it says:

we are tiny, we are hopeful
we are heaven and the saints
we are children making pictures
and we don't know how to paint
we are the memory of a memory
of the time we used to say
that we are branches falling out of trees
and the breeze is gonna take its time
until we make up our minds
and find that when we make up our minds
yeah we'll find out someday

that we are tiny, we are living
we are scared of being real
and we all worry about time passing
wind up missing every meal
and we've got a lot to handle
but the night light reveals
that we are branches falling out of trees
and the breeze is gonna take its time
until we make up our minds
and find that we make up our minds
in time if we can make up our minds
we'll find it's really no big deal.

so come on and be alright with me

thank you for the walk we took tonight
I'm alright
I can't own you, or control you, so I'll let go of you
and I'll let go, like a boy throwing his bike
and I think I might
and I think I might
I might.