The Giant's Drink - Gatsbys American Dream

I will be the fire on your lips

But I’m overlooked and underfed

You keep me in the basement

Where you threw me out with the bathwater

And I will be the fury in your fists

Throwing out the things

The things I thought I wanted to be

Wasting so much time

On things I thought I wanted to be

I just see a little baby boy

Who won’t admit that he fucks up, oh

He’s looking for the fire and the fury it takes to be a man

But I just see a little baby boy

Throwing out the things

The things I thought I wanted to be

Wasting so much time

On things I thought I wanted to be

Got a brand new face

So brittle that it’s falling apart

It’s a brand new day

This time why don’t we take it from scratch?

Your arms believe, they are for reaching

Reach for me

Your tongue believes, it is for tasting

Taste of me

I’ve got a secret

And you’ve got a problem

I’ll disappear, oh, I’ll disappear

Throwing out the things

The things I thought I wanted to be

Wasting so much time

On things I thought I wanted to be

Got a brand new face

So brittle that it’s fallin apart

It’s a brand new day

This time why don’t we take it from scratch?