Dear S.A.M. I’m Dead too You

Artist: Weerd Science
Track: “Dear S.A.M. I’m Dead too You”
Producer: Josh Eppard, David Parker, Chris Bittner
Album: Sick Kids

When we first met, she was all that I wanted:
A light that reflects off the bullshit I started.
I tried to state this a plan, this is when it begins.
Even public places I would kiss this girl in and
She was just so beautiful,
And I would act so unusual.
And as usual I couldn’t stay neutral.
I think about the things I said and still get douche chills.
My instincts told me not to fuck with her,
Let alone fall in love with her.
What was once a hollow shell
Now is filled with a purpose. Boy, it must be cold in hell
‘Cause I swore it’d freeze over colder than cold shoulder.
Shoulda thought about it first ‘for I got down on my knee for her.
Oh well, nothin’ lasts forever.
The cut is still deep and it’s barely gotten better, so I go:

Don’t turn around, I won’t see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don’t make a sound, I can’t hear you
No more, I’m dead to you
Lettin’ you know, buried and gone.

Now, as the story moves on, I know it’s not like me to write love songs.
But I guess this is kind of a song of love gone
‘Cause every love in my life has gone way wrong.
Not before too long I had to find out
As deep as I fell, I couldn’t climb out.
But fuck it, back then I’d just break another line out,
Pour another drink, try to forget til it’s lights out.
But I guess that’s what happens
When you start mixin’ the heart and physical attractions.
I remember when you cried you were acting
To make up for the actual feelings you were lacking.
And as things spiraled further downward,
How could I overhear you tell another guy you go down good?
The love of my life? Yeah right.
Just a party girl–somebody’s drunk fun Saturday night
I go:

Don’t turn around, I won’t see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don’t make a sound, I can’t hear you
No more, I’m dead to you
Lettin’ you know, buried and gone.

Now I tried to understand where you’re comin’ from.
Was it all the daddy issues that you runnin’ from?
As far as chances with me, you got none of ‘em.
Your legs never closed like you only had one of ‘em.
And if it came quite evident, the mounting evidence,
The emptiness, see there’s no way to replenish it
And any intelligent human being would’ve bounced.
But I stuck around, constantly tried to figure you out,
And guess what? (What?) It’s not likely.
Sometimes I think you did this dirt just to spite me,
But you’re guilty (fuck you!), that was the verdict
If you ask most girls they’ll tell you I deserved it.
And I go:

Don’t turn around, I won’t see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don’t make a sound, I can’t hear you
No more, I’m dead to you
Lettin’ you know, buried and gone

lyrics transcribed by: Evan Cassity for Kill Your Rapper