TOUCHÉ AMORÉ LYRICS

1. Just Exist

I was once asked how I’d like to be remembered
and I simply smiled and said “I’d rather
stay forever.” It was possibly my loudest cliché
but felt better than just walking away. I don’t
know what my legacy will be. A song, some
words I wrote, or a kid I’ll never see. All of
these things scare me half to death. I’ll suffer
the day just hoping for the best. But that’s not
to say I don’t think that all of this can change.
But that’s not to say I won’t wake up some day
with a lion’s pride that I’m going to be okay.
If again I’m asked how I’d like to be remembered,
next time I’ll be better prepared for
the answer, but you’ll never know much of
the truth, so I’ll just exist. It’s all I can do. So
much to consider and too much to grasp. To
swallow mortality is enough of a task and
leaving your mark is just too much to ask.
I’ll just bow my head and leave out the back.

2. To Write Content

You can call this coming clean or the repeat
of what you know about the struggles I once
had as I’m learning to let go. I made a pledge
to myself, if I was to raise my voice to be direct
as I can be no matter what I may destroy. But
I can’t say I haven’t aged. I’ve outgrown what
I used to be. I won’t fake what is expected
to succeed with album three (that’s not me).
Does this mean that the words won’t come?
Does this mean that I’m at my end? If my joy
comes with the price of my love, I won’t pay if
I have to pretend. There’s always a chance to
relapse and fall back to the person I still fear
is there. So if this ink will suddenly run out,
I’ll refill if I feel the need to share. It was the
Fall of last year in New York City. Day two of
a tour, when my friend Johnny said “Hey, I’d
like you to meet Andy.” We got to talking and
connected on some things, mutual friends
how his band started writing. But, then something
was spoke, I knew exactly what he
meant, I understood when he said, “it’s hard to
write content.” And it still is. But I won’t take
a step back though it might be for the best.
I know you asked for some advice; they use
your blood to capitalize. So, expose all your
secrets. To move units, display your weakness.
You might spend some years alone, for
the price of forgetting your home. Expose
what hurts you the worst, the exchange
deals a handsome return (are you in?)

3. Praise / Love

I’m amplified by a microscope. Every word I
say becomes a joke. Sweat poured down and
it blinded me, myself exposed for everyone
to see. A glutton for praise / A glutton for
love. Abuse my name for all of the above.

4. Anyone / Anything

You want to know what I am doing here?
The same reason it’s been for all these
years. Being made to feel like an outcast in
my own home. You question me on my own
affinity, well I ask of you, “who do you think
you see?” Being made to feel like I’m no
longer wanted in the place I found for that
same problem. I don’t owe anyone, I don’t
owe anything, so stop expecting everything
from me. You don’t owe me a thing, I’m just
trying to be, so just stop answering for me.
I see the contradiction. I see through it’s
ways. I see through everyone living fast in a
passing phase. There’s people that changed
me. There’s songs that saved me from all of
this. There’s days that defined me. There’s
nights that gave me strength from all of
this. So here I am looking past it all reciting.

5. DNA

Just say the word and I’ll be on my way,
regardless of the time, it’s just how I was
made. To explain; I’m here for a reason so
make use of me. I’m hungry and I’m thirsty so
I hope you’ll be joining. My Father is a helper
but my Father made mistakes. I see myself in
him as I’m a product of his ways. You can stay
here tonight, I won’t ask any questions. Don’t
call it polite, it’s just a suggestion. Please stay
here tonight. I’d be a liar if I said I was ready
for this. I have a past and a poison, that I can
admit. But this is what I need to bury the years
of debris to break the circle of the cycles and
stop living vicariously and start living for me.

6. Harbor

Call it a learning process
And I've never been that quick
Because I take things as they come
And I respond how I see fit
But it's easy to get distracted
As I've been living life abroad
But I starve for your acceptance
And I wait for your applause

I'd always envisioned myself as a giver
But as I reflect I've left something to be desired
Not that my heart
Hasn't ever delivered
But that it's never felt
This inspired

To have direction to feel complete
To embrace affection to end all the woe is me
But mainly to harbor the love that I have to give
But for tonight let's just stay inside
Well it's far too loud and I just want quiet
And if we die before we wake
I'll blame it on the past mistakes

Without you I'm not pure
And without you I'm not clean
But if I'm going down with you
Then you're going down with me

What I'm afraid of is one deserting
What I'm sure of is that it's on me
But I'm too tired to be that person
And that person needs to be set free

To harbor the love that I have to give

7. Kerosene

It’s the early signs of disintegration. The
back and forth from a new machine. It’s been
blessed and burned into a formation by a
wish dipped in kerosene. So who’s going to
light the fuse? Who’s going to be the one to
hold high the flame because I refuse. And I’ve
just begun so don’t hold me down I’m almost
done. A lesson lived through the loss of love.
This is not a search for who’s at fault, it’s more
of a plea for hope and understanding. It’s the
side effects of adoration. The come and go
and get out clean. I’ve been cursed and freed
from dedication by a wish dipped in kerosene.

8. Blue Angel

Since you’re so curious, well it’s anything
really. Call it my witching hour or what calls
to me. But to be serious, it’s worse than you
think. Should I be ashamed because of what
I need? Define right and wrong in regard to
what’s going on. Take two, slip away till the
afternoon. It’s an easy remedy for what I just
can’t do. Over the counter and over the moon.
I have my beliefs this has me confused, but
what can I do? I feel relief in just watching
you breathe. It’s hypnotizing like an inner
peace. I get fixated on your deepest breaths
waiting for the angels to take their effect.

9. Social Caterpillar

It’s not for nothing but I’ve seen a transformation,
like I consider my happiness for the
first time in ages. You might say I’m off, but
it’s the first time I’m feeling on. Don’t worry,
I still get dizzy in the usual situations. Most
people I know I’ve used as camouflage. I’ve
circled myself with pretty people to hide who
I was. I won’t miss them and they won’t miss
me. I’ll tie in those loose ends, a string is
just the thread to separation. I’ll retire these
old clothes to brace for a wardrobe that no
one knows. Don’t worry, I still get dizzy in
the usual situations. But it’s those instances
I have used to ground me on occasion.

10. Non Fiction

Every moment can’t remain and every life
won’t stay the same. With time comes a
layer of rust and our bones will turn to dust.
Everyone will fall away and every season is
built on change. With time the paint will peel
and all sense will lose it’s feel. Every cloth will
start to fray and every night will become day.
With time a mold will form and what’s cold
can become warm. Every love can’t always
stay and the dead will soon decay. With time
we’ll all be gone but how you lived can live on

11. Steps

Over and under, I’ll dissolve and use charm as
my cover. Left over right, walk a careful line
between you and the outside. There is confidence
and delusion. I reside between that
confusion. It’s a misstep down a black hole.
It’s a long way down and a mouthful. So overcome
and become one. Over and under we
learn to grow and we learn to recover. Over
and out, I’ll play the card that holds me in less
doubt. There’s promiscuity and devotion. Only
one fulfills an emotion. It’s a big step to end a
yearning. It’s accepting love but I’m learning to
overcome and become one. I’ll find my way and
follow through and maybe there I’ll meet you.

12. Is Survived By

It’s a song of thanks sung by a hack. When
the reflection of yourself just won’t look
back. It’s that panic you feel when you don’t
know what to say when everyone wants in
and you want the subject to change. Because
I’ve been swallowed up and I’ve been split in
two and I’m not sure which is me and who I
respond through. So notify my next of kin
and let them know there’s so much more
to believe in. It doesn’t have to be based
on blood because the next in line shouldn’t
have to know what they’re made of. This is
survived by who held me up. This is survived
by who sang the song. And that sense of
purpose has made it all worth it. So write a
song that everyone can sing along to / So
when you’re gone you can live on, they won’t
forget you. This is survived by a love. This is
survived by a cause; that you aren’t the only
who remembers what it was. This is survived
by a love. This is survived by a wish; that
you won’t let down who has attached themselves
to it. This is survived by a love. This is
survived by a fear; that all that’s left when said
and done is words you will never ever hear.





TOUCHÉ AMORÉ LYRICS