mp3s Can Make You Cry

Lyrics for mp3s Can Make You Cry

No good at streaming, watch the tears stream down my face Stream of consciousness is still my favorite place to float upstream And empathy I have for high fidelity can often feel like a lie And anyway, MP3s can still make people cry, yeah, they can make you cry It's not the format, it's the form you choose, it moves Don't try to sell me a fake 'cause I can easily see through, you lose This desolation is another kind of blues But everybody knew you would easily bruise, you can't win against the blues The glass is empty and the grass is not so green Have you ever tried 'em keen? You only keep yourself to me Would you know my meaning if it punched you in the face? You need the help of others but they can't take your place, and you're not easily fooled If you send me yours, I will feel it (if you send me yours) If you play the blues, make me deal with it If you sing without you, then you steal it (if you sing without you) If you fall apart, maybe there's not enough stealing it Stream of unconsciousness was always your favorite state And now you spit in my face and want me to help you remediate, well, you've crossed the line The way I see it, there's no point in holding back If someone doesn't wanna feel what I think, it's okay, it's alright, I still got your back No good at dreaming, unless your face is somewhere nearby And if I tell you the truth, will you still tell me the lies that I so need to hear? If you send me yours, I will feel it (if you send me yours) If you play the blues, make me punch drunk and deal with it If you sing without you, you conceal it (if you sing without you) Though your soul might be tough, your voice doesn't need steel in it No good with numbers, well at least I have my songs And if the sad and the waltz-time ones make everyone feel wrong, we're all ready to spin I stopped believing when I saw the look on your face My disappointment's only with the human race If you send me yours, I will feel it (if you send me yours) If you bring me the blues, make me deal with it If it's a pallet on the floor, you can sleep on it (if it's a pallet on the floor) If your mind is made up, maybe we are both at peace with it