They put me in a small box
I don't get to get out 'cause I want
I'm looking for saviors not myths
I don't wanna be Elliott Smith
I remind lots of people of him
He was broken and never got fixed
I'm not angry there's so much time
I assure you'll know when I'm arrived
For now I'll change my name to Elliott and follow his lead
You don't want him you want me
I'll write some gritty guitar riffs grinding my teeth
I'll be him and he'll be me
Right off the rack like a product you lack
We'll fill your bones with our sickness of home
Out on the road where we'll swerve in the snow
In a lazy pile we'll lay for a while
Bones at the bottom of the Nile
In my shell by myself
Show and tell show you hell
On my stage you will see
I am full of misery
Write it down for everyone to see
People wanna see me sinking to my knees
Broken like an artist's 'sposed to be
If you're not then why should we believe
Doesn't it bother you
That they wanna honor the worst parts of you
Forgetting the lyrics to your songs
On stage but the show must go on
What to do when your heart is melting down
Win or lose they don't your lyrics now
It is only for the sound
It's a hobby don't go robbing them
The pleasure you can offer
Jimmy Stanley - Elliott Smith Lyrics
Jimmy Stanley - Elliott Smith Lyrics
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They put me in a small box
I don't get to get out 'cause I want
I'm looking for saviors not myths
I don't wanna be Elliott Smith
I remind lots of people of him
He was broken and never got fixed
I'm not angry there's so much time
I assure you'll know when I'm arrived
For now I'll change my name to Elliott and follow his lead
You don't want him you want me
I'll write some gritty guitar riffs grinding my teeth
I'll be him and he'll be me
Right off the rack like a product you lack
We'll fill your bones with our sickness of home
Out on the road where we'll swerve in the snow
In a lazy pile we'll lay for a while
Bones at the bottom of the Nile
In my shell by myself
Show and tell show you hell
On my stage you will see
I am full of misery
Write it down for everyone to see
People wanna see me sinking to my knees
Broken like an artist's 'sposed to be
If you're not then why should we believe
Doesn't it bother you
That they wanna honor the worst parts of you
Forgetting the lyrics to your songs
On stage but the show must go on
What to do when your heart is melting down
Win or lose they don't your lyrics now
It is only for the sound
It's a hobby don't go robbing them
The pleasure you can offer
I don't get to get out 'cause I want
I'm looking for saviors not myths
I don't wanna be Elliott Smith
I remind lots of people of him
He was broken and never got fixed
I'm not angry there's so much time
I assure you'll know when I'm arrived
For now I'll change my name to Elliott and follow his lead
You don't want him you want me
I'll write some gritty guitar riffs grinding my teeth
I'll be him and he'll be me
Right off the rack like a product you lack
We'll fill your bones with our sickness of home
Out on the road where we'll swerve in the snow
In a lazy pile we'll lay for a while
Bones at the bottom of the Nile
In my shell by myself
Show and tell show you hell
On my stage you will see
I am full of misery
Write it down for everyone to see
People wanna see me sinking to my knees
Broken like an artist's 'sposed to be
If you're not then why should we believe
Doesn't it bother you
That they wanna honor the worst parts of you
Forgetting the lyrics to your songs
On stage but the show must go on
What to do when your heart is melting down
Win or lose they don't your lyrics now
It is only for the sound
It's a hobby don't go robbing them
The pleasure you can offer
Writer: Jimmy Stanley
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