Watsky - Dedicated To Christina Li Lyrics
[Verse 1]The first time I went back to homeroom from the hospitalI thought that being more embarrassed was impossibleBut God, the second time it really turned my stomachNow I’m the kid who collapses and then spazzes out in publicThis time was a bowling alley, the first was in the yardAnd kids in middle school just watched me trip and kicked me hardExcept this girl named Crissie Li, who flips around at her deskAnd gives me the world’s biggest Disney cardWrote “best wishes,” and “kisses” where she signed it3 feet by 2 feet, I coulda hid behind itI didn’t like the pity from Christina Li thoughI’m thinking “Crissie, can’t you see I’m busy being emo?”‘Cause I think I mighta heard she maybe sorta liked meAnd since she wasn’t cool enough I guess I took it lightlyHad braces and glasses and wasn’t Ms. PopularAnd so I didn’t really give a thought to her[Hook]A heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snappingIt’s the notes of the song that’ll never happenAnd the wind in the leaves is the sound of ghosts clappingBut a heart breaking sounds like guitar strings snapping[Verse 2]There’s holes in my memory- it isn’t photographicThere’s holes in my yearbook but the cut-out folks were plasticTen years pass, I don’t cross pathsWith half the people from my class again 'til we meet at Crissie’s open casketThose who chose to ask it probably knewI could have dug in deeper if I’d wanted toBut you couldn’t tell a thing was off on the surfaceAnd I didn’t know she was sick until I heard about her serviceShe was born with a heart defect, used to the cold knifeShe’d been in and out of hospitals her whole lifeShe knew the whole time, and never said whyShe felt my pain herself and helped me hold my head highThe nicest folks are those who know the throes of crisisThough I know it’s crime to twist her life to fit my own devicesWhy’s it so hard to mourn, and then try to learn by thisBut lights that burn shortestAre the lights that burn brightest[Hook][Verse 3]Our 8th grade yearbook page for dedicating songs wasn’t longEven in a school eleven hundred strongThe yearbook advertised for months, but when it’s said and doneCrissie bought six, the third most of anyoneAlvin got “Your Faith in Me” by Jessica SimpsonPebbles got Richard Marx’s ballad “At the Beginning”It feels like sloppy poetry the way her life would endAfter sending Mariah Carrey’s “Any Time You Need a Friend"But corniness is honesty that’s wrapped in clichéAnd most slow jam lyrics aren’t shit I’m brave enough to say without a smirkBut before she went to dirt she left us finally"I Will Remember You” to Geoff, Mike, Bry and meYou can plot if you mustSay it’s obviously fate, or explain that God is justBut all I know is that until my body’s dustI will try to think of her as much as Crissie thought of us[Outro]This one goes out to Christina
