Third Time's a Charm
[Re-Issue 2008]
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Better Luck Next Time
Release Date: July 10, 2008
Format: Album - USA Release
Label: World Records
Track Listing:
- Carry On
- Anything Less Than the Best
- Without You
- Tomorrow, Maybe
- Motionless
- Dear Paige
- Broken Silence
- Shoebox Memories
- Chapters
- TGI Goodbye
- Shoebox Memories (Acoustic Version)**
It’s 2 AM in bed and thoughts run thru her head
She’s never been alone and rarely stayed at home
She’s always out with him; the nights would never end
All alone at school looking like a fool, where’s her boyfriend at; she’s nothing without that
What are they gonna’ say?
You wonder what it’s like to be cool
Well no one here will ever lie to you…
It’s time you carry on from all those games you play and all those things you’ve ever said that brings me back to why I don’t wanna’ go home
Back to all this anguish, back to those simple days in May
All which led to reasons why I don’t wanna’ go home
She had to get away and just the other day I saw her at a show, I never thought she’d go
She looked so innocent; I knew what this had meant
She grabbed my hand and out the door we ran, took me to her car and wanted to go far
She really was fucked up…
We lay here in this mess of a battlefield of reaching for endings and misunderstandings for what we used to call a road that we’d walk on back to home
A thought for every shattered memory we’d mend with a blank stare in hopes that we’d get there and now regrets have fallen into eyes far away
And you wonder what it’s like to be cool
Well no one here will ever lie to you…
‘Cause it’s time you carry on from all those games you play and all those things you’ve ever said that brings me back to why I don’t wanna’ go home
Back to all this anguish, back to those simple days in May
All which led to reasons why I don’t wanna’ go home
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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I wish there was something just to keep my heart at ease
And if there were a better way for me to say anything and everything then I’d start
You’re not gonna’ be alone, I will be right by your side
In my arms you can confide, I’m telling you no lie
Your life could be cut short and anything less than the best would surely be unfair
You ask how I know; I’ve been there once before and never told a soul; I kept it to myself
I’m sick of the he said, she said
Once more and I’ll go crazy
I’m sick of the monkey see, monkey do
It’s hard to say what’s happened to us
It’s been a long time since I’ve been true to the ones I love, and it starts with you
I wish there were a better view of the times I spent with you
And we can say it could’ve been (and it should’ve been) easier if we had just been blunt
You’re not gonna’ be alone, I will be right by your side
In my arms you can confide, I’m telling you no lie
Well I was never wrong, and you were never right; let’s take the long way home tonight
You see we’re getting lost inside of what we know; I guess it only goes to show…
The best times are the ones left unsaid
We’ve cut around the core once again, and I’m tied to the end
I’m sick of the he said, she said
Once more and I’ll go crazy
I’m sick of the monkey see, monkey do; it’s up to you
I’m sick of the he said, she said
Once more and I’ll go crazy
I’m sick of the should’ve been, could’ve been
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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Here we go again, down the same road again, and it feels like
everything’s changing
You can blame me for the way things used to be; I know all the games that you’re playing
I’m tired of your second chances and dealing with your selfish ways
And I’m thru making up with you; I don’t care what you have to say
I’m on my own, I hope you know, that I’m better off here without you
No need to admit, just as soon as I was whipped, you started taking full advantage
Happened to my friend, said she’d be there ‘till the end; I guess things are worth fighting for
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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This story starts like any other…
Another day I’m down, I swear I’m gonna’ leave this town
And it turns out like every other…
Just give me something more worth living for, forevermore
We will make it thru
We will make it right
And we will see thru one more awkward night
Watch this all go down as I’m holding you tight
We will make it thru, just not tonight
If we could start today all over I’d make it clear to see you’re meant for me thru everything
As I begin to think this over, I’ve come to realize the hurt inside is nothing more than pain thru compromise
Forgiveness for all this
Will you come along when I bring you down into this?
I must admit… tomorrow, maybe it will be ok
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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Take a chance and bet on something new from this irrelevant point of view
And drag me down into what you knew back when everything was said and done
And give me something more so I can hurry up and get bored
Don’t leave me here tied down with no way out
Not knowing what’s true means everything to you
‘Cause I know the words have all been said
You’re choking on every word you’ve spoken
My heart, it spells out of broken down emotion
Cut me out of plastic wrap, insert AA’s in back and let me feel you too
Take a hint from all our ups and downs and leave me something to sing about
I’ll find a way into what you knew back when everything was said and done about something
(something more) than just a figure worth fighting for
Deliver me back to that something new
Is anything true worth listening to?
And I say the words have all been said
You’re choking on every word you’ve spoken, leaving me bent and turned inside out
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So they say she gave up life and threw it all away to make sense of all her doubts of yesterday
And next in line is something that can only speak with time
Indestructible; a secret that is so divine
Dear Paige, I’m sorry
Please understand if you only had one more chance to make this right, would you show me tonight?
Just yesterday, the story told of people in dismay
Crowded parking lots filled with those who thought she’d stay
But still she’s trying; she’s always trying to find sight of utopia; a Shangri-la that shines delight
Please promise me I’ll be alright
Dear Paige, I’m sorry
Please understand if you only had one more chance to make this right, would you show me; please show me tonight
Dear Paige, I’m sorry
Please understand if you only had one more chance to start again, would it ever end?
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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It’s quarter past 3 and anxiety’s got me trapped between reality and all my thoughts that consume me
And I can’t scrape by; it feels like my head’s on a high
Will this ever pass me by?
So open up your eyes to your reality
You’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be
Open up your eyes, this is reality, and you’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be
And why does it hurt to see you cry?
You’re taking me back to what I know so don’t leave me all alone
Another day goes by; I’m sure I’ll find the time to make sense of all this pain and how’s it’s driving me insane
Gazing out my window, will I see the sun tomorrow, or a pigment of a thousand pictures I can’t understand?
So open up your eyes to your reality
You’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be
Open up your eyes, this is reality, and you’re just a victim in a life where you don’t want to be
And why does it hurt to see you cry?
You’re taking me back to what I know as you left me all alone
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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Spoken words were meant to last, but the picture faded fast
The words “I love you” meant so much, now not even your lips can I touch
I’ll cry for another eyesore and think about our first kiss by the tree and how it meant so much to me
Always was when you held my hand, forever were our walks on the sand; there was nothing I couldn’t understand
Holding you closer day by day, yet you seemed so far away
Now there’s nothing left to say
I reach my hand beneath my bed, only a tear then would I shed; a shoebox memory was waiting there for me
I’ll cry for another eyesore and think of all our pictures on the walls, colors fade to none at all
Never was when you weren’t on my mind, together was where we stood in time; another day the sun would shine
Until the day we parted ways and said our friendship’s here to stay
I never wanted it that way
There’s no feeling I can obtain to see you from a different point of view
Here’s to you my friend for now, one day you’ll come around
Summer days will turn to night
Weeks of rain will bring the light
Every New Year we know the ball drops at midnight
These are the things I cannot change, yet it feels so odd and strange how relationships never stay; let me count the ways…
If only I’d held you tighter at the horror show
Kept a secret for so long that you’d never know
If only I’d shut the door after you got in
Threw my arm out at the game and I let you win
Picked up every tab (when you’re happy, when you’re sad)
Left you all alone when you were mad
Showed up at your door with flowers when you were scared; all the little things to let you know I cared (and I care)
There’s no feeling I can obtain to see you from a different point of view
Still you come around, I know, I’ll see you at our show
I’ll cry for this eyesore; you’ll come back, I won’t be there
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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How do I begin this story at the end?
I guess we’ll see on the other side my friend…
Is life the scripted plan written for every man with no control of what the future holds?
‘Cause I can’t see the ending to my story if I can’t write each chapter of my life
Reality; fiction created by me and I don’t know if it is set in stone
Questions and mysteries; I’m constantly searching
Church and your schools provide no answering
I scream up to the sky, fall to my knees and cry
I bleed for faith; I need faith to believe
Just when you think the story’s ending, you’ve come to find it’s just begun
And you can say this all seems like a chapter, and it’s never-ending
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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Home is where the heart is she says
Well then how can I just get her outta’ my head?
Isolated and I’d rather be dead than just hanging on to something I’ll regret
She’s so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her
Better cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck over my heart
Save this last dance for me and take me back to things I never got a chance to see over time…
Thank God this is goodbye
Frustrated, overrated; take my hand and call it hatred
You’re the one, you’re the one for me
Bottled up my feelings all for nothing and I can’t take it
Let me out, get her outta’ my head
Everything she said were lies; the way she moved, so dead inside
And everything we ever had is over
Everything she said were lies; the way she looked, so teary-eyed
And everything we ever had is over…
And this time, we’re thru
‘Cause she’s so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her
Better cut her off from all this anger before she runs a muck over my heart
Save this last dance for me and take me back to things I never got a chance to see over time…
Thank God this is goodbye
Lyrics by Brian Bortoli
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