The Write
Sage Francis Lyrics


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this is to the woman who I loved but lost.
intertwined souls of the universe got divorced.
but it wasn't forced. got single thoughts of being double crossed,
still there's no love lost.

now i can't even start this. i see no light inside the darkness.
so whatcha want, miss? don't check my pulse because i'm heartless.
you were my life support. and in a sense my defense fights the thought.
i'll try to keep this one nice and short.
our four chambers beat in unison.
I'm wanting you to listen to the dead silence in my defiance.
i used to sin and be intrigued by violence,
now as i glimpse into the past i thank God for your guidance.
alas, i give my eyes a rinse.
blink and think in retrospect...realize you need to get your respect.
i apologize as i holler cries
'cause it's you and not these college guys that keeps my knowledge wise.
you're my crutch. but now i fall cause you're someone i can't touch.
now no one wants to help me up and that's too much.
even my wisdom fell. i'm in a living hell.
throw my inner child back in the prison cell.
incarcerated hatred is causing conflict
with the free love sentencing death to the convict.
my soul is on skid row, where can this kid go?
i'm homeless, how could you notice when this whole world didn't know?
it's time i make public just how personal we got in private moments,
because lies are our opponents.
forget material or superficial stuff.
i either let you know too much or not enough.

this is to the woman who i loved but lost.
intertwined souls of the universe got divorced.
but it wasn't forced. got single thoughts
of being double crossed, still there's no love lost. There's no love lost.

I can't pretend this. The impact on my life has been tremendous.
It can't be fixed with a friendly kiss
What's endless?
Questions, pain, grief and misbelief?
I'm so faithful all I grind is my teeth.
But what I find beneath the surface has changed from priceless to worthless.
This three ring circus of clowning around is what hurts us.
My brain short circuits as my mind starts to wander
to discover another lover. I'm isolated, living somber.
She's whispering "come hither from there yonder."
I don't think i wanna. The pressure ain't gettin' lesser.
Open my dresser...it overflows with memorabilia.
Momentos of our success now symbolize my failure.
I took time to write you diaries when we couldn't speak much.
According to you that was a weak touch.
Cause "actions speak louder than words." Turn up your hearing aid.
You made this man afraid. Put the pin back in the hand grenade.
There's not much time left til I'm left with nothing but a broken promise.
While every syllable I said was spoken honest.
We expected each other to be a physic mind reader.
Don't tell me "life goes on." I need her...
Next to me...
So once again I can feel the high of ecstasy...
We tripped...walking down the aisle of destiny.
Respectful sexually, because see...I understood.
And I don't know too many people who would
have done anything to get a laugh from their better half.
I should have sensed it sooner...when you lost your sense of humor.
Now let my soul speak, I couldn't eat for a whole week.
With no sleep. The price I pay for being a control freak.
Now I'm screaming inside my pillow instead of dreaming.
I must have said "I love you" so much that it lost it's meaning.
But no one's perfect, so where's my chance to make adjustments?
It's worth it...if our romance had substance.
Because with purity we conceived marriage.
Til insecurity caused a miscarriage


this is to the woman who i loved but lost.
intertwined souls of the universe got divorced.
but it wasn't forced. got single thoughts of being double crossed...

I was in it for the long run
Now who's the weak and the strong one?
I tried to be Mr. Right, though things were wrongly done.
but ummmm...When it was time for sacrifice
Straight up, you didn't have to ask me twice.
I put off this rap device.
I wasn't ACTING nice, all my feelings they were genuine.
You got me open and I let you in.
But now you're screaming bloody murder. Used the entrance as the exit.
Now you're abscent like my mind, i'm on a head trip.
You never said shit. Used then misused the entrance
And never let me get in one sentence.
Forget friends...you were my best one
Now I'm depressed, son. It didn't take long for the stress to come.
Memories be my arch nemesis
As i sit and reminisce, wondering if you remember this:
Our genesis. First experiences on old dates.
Got cold shakes and tingles, never single, we were soulmates.
That term used to hold weight but now it's temporary
And lately I've been making trips to the cemetery.
Ain't nothing evil in death, but this feels devilish.




I'd never wish this on my worst enemy.
Remember me.

Overall Meaning

In the song "The Write," Sage Francis delivers a passionate and emotional message to the woman he lost. He acknowledges that their intertwined souls have been divorced, but it was not forced. He still has single thoughts of being double-crossed but ultimately there is no love lost. He reflects on the fact that the woman was his life support and his defense against negative thoughts. He recognizes that it was she who kept his knowledge wise and that he now falls because she is someone that he can no longer touch. He explores his feelings of isolation and how his brain short circuits as his mind starts to wander. He misses their romance and how they tripped walking down the aisle of destiny but ultimately, it was their insecurities that caused them to lose the purity of their love.


Line by Line Meaning

this is to the woman who I loved but lost.
Addressing the woman he once loved but is no longer with.


intertwined souls of the universe got divorced.
The connection between them that extended beyond the individual has come to an end.


but it wasn't forced. got single thoughts of being double crossed, still there's no love lost.
Although the separation was mutual, there are still experiences of betrayal and disappointment.


now i can't even start this. i see no light inside the darkness.
The artist is struggling to find his way and has lost hope and inspiration.


so whatcha want, miss? don't check my pulse because i'm heartless.
The artist is emotionally unavailable and is warning the woman not to try and change that.


you were my life support. and in a sense my defense fights the thought.
The woman was a source of stability and protection but the singer is trying to fight that attachment.


i'll try to keep this one nice and short.
An acknowledgment that this message may be difficult to hear, and a promise to keep it brief.


our four chambers beat in unison. I'm wanting you to listen to the dead silence in my defiance.
A reminder of the intimacy they once shared, despite the artist's current resistance and defiance.


i used to sin and be intrigued by violence, now as i glimpse into the past i thank God for your guidance.
The artist recognizes past mistakes and is grateful for the woman's influence in changing his perspective.


alas, i give my eyes a rinse. blink and think in retrospect...realize you need to get your respect.
Taking a step back and reflecting on the past, the artist realizes the importance of respecting the woman.


i apologize as i holler cries 'cause it's you and not these college guys that keeps my knowledge wise.
The singer apologizes for any hurt caused, acknowledging that the woman's impact on his life transcends his education.


you're my crutch. but now i fall cause you're someone i can't touch.
The woman was a source of support but now that she's gone, the artist is struggling to cope.


now no one wants to help me up and that's too much. even my wisdom fell. i'm in a living hell.
Feeling entirely alone and unsupported, the singer is in a state of emotional turmoil.


throw my inner child back in the prison cell. incarcerated hatred is causing conflict
The singer is feeling trapped and confined by unresolved issues from his past, and it's causing him inner turmoil.


with the free love sentencing death to the convict. my soul is on skid row, where can this kid go?
The singer feels that the concept of 'free love' has betrayed him, leaving him in a vulnerable and hopeless state.


i'm homeless, how could you notice when this whole world didn't know?
The artist feels invisible and isolated, both from the woman he loved and from the rest of the world.


it's time i make public just how personal we got in private moments, because lies are our opponents.
The artist is being honest and transparent about the depth of their connection, in order to combat the lies and misunderstandings that led to their separation.


forget material or superficial stuff. i either let you know too much or not enough.
The singer is acknowledging that he struggled to find a balance between being open and vulnerable with the woman, and holding back too much.


I can't pretend this. The impact on my life has been tremendous.
Despite his efforts to move on, the singer can't deny the profound effect the woman had on his life.


It can't be fixed with a friendly kiss. What's endless?
The artist recognizes that the damage done to their relationship is too deep to be healed easily, and wonders if there is any hope for resolution.


Questions, pain, grief and misbelief? I'm so faithful all I grind is my teeth.
The artist is struggling with unanswered questions and emotional pain, causing him to feel restless and anxious.


But what I find beneath the surface has changed from priceless to worthless.
The artist has discovered that the love and connection he once felt with the woman has now lost its value and meaning.


This three ring circus of clowning around is what hurts us.
The dysfunction and chaos in their relationship has caused significant harm and pain.


My brain short circuits as my mind starts to wander.
The artist is experiencing mental and emotional confusion, causing him to feel lost and disoriented.


She's whispering 'come hither from there yonder.' I don't think I wanna.
The singer is tempted to reconnect with the woman, but is hesitant and unsure about whether it's the right choice.


The pressure ain't gettin' lesser. Open my dresser...it overflows with memorabilia.
The emotional pressure and burden is only increasing, and the singer is surrounded by reminders of their past relationship.


Momentos of our success now symbolize my failure.
The singer is feeling a sense of loss and disappointment, and the objects that once represented their happy memories now feel like a symbol of his failure to keep the relationship together.


I took time to write you diaries when we couldn't speak much.
The artist made an effort to express his feelings and maintain a connection with the woman, even when they were physically apart.


According to you that was a weak touch. Cause 'actions speak louder than words.' Turn up your hearing aid.
The woman didn't feel that the artist's words were enough to show his commitment and love, and feels that actions are more important.


You made this man afraid. Put the pin back in the hand grenade.
The woman's actions caused the singer to feel threatened and uncertain, and he wishes that she would ease the tension between them.


There's not much time left til I'm left with nothing but a broken promise.
The singer feels that time is running out to repair their relationship before it's too late.


While every syllable I said was spoken honest.
The artist is emphasizing the authenticity and sincerity of his words and intentions.


We expected each other to be a physic mind reader.
They both expected that their thoughts and emotions would be understood without explicitly communicating them.


Don't tell me 'life goes on.' I need her...Next to me...
The artist is unwilling to accept that things will simply move on without the woman, and desperately wants to be with her again.


So once again I can feel the high of ecstasy...
The singer longs to recapture the intense feelings of happiness and closeness he once had with the woman.


We tripped...walking down the aisle of destiny. Respectful sexually, because see...I understood.
The artist and the woman had a deep emotional and physical connection that was respectful and mutually understood.


And I don't know too many people who would have done anything to get a laugh from their better half.
The singer appreciates the mutual sense of humor and lightheartedness they shared.


I should have sensed it sooner...when you lost your sense of humor.
The singer recognizes now that the loss of the woman's humor was a sign of deeper issues in their relationship.


Now let my soul speak, I couldn't eat for a whole week.
The singer is speaking from a place of deep emotional pain and distress.


With no sleep. The price I pay for being a control freak.
The artist acknowledges that his own issues with control and insecurity have contributed to the problems in his relationship.


Now I'm screaming inside my pillow instead of dreaming.
The artist is tormented by their separation and can't find rest or solace.


I must have said 'I love you' so much that it lost it's meaning.
The singer is grappling with the fact that the intensity and frequency of his feelings were not enough to sustain the relationship.


But no one's perfect, so where's my chance to make adjustments? It's worth it...if our romance had substance.
The singer is willing to work on himself and the relationship if there's a chance that they can rebuild something meaningful and deep.


Because with purity we conceived marriage. Til insecurity caused a miscarriage
The artist believes that their love was once pure and genuine, but ultimately insecurity and doubt led to the end of their relationship.




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Cheche Garcia


on Buckets Of Silence

I never held a funeral for that big part of me that died.
I need to put these thoughts to rest. i need to find a peace of mind.
I need to piece my mind, find a piece of mind to rest in.
need to find someone to confide in, and with the rest i need to start restin'.
needless to say, i couldn't hide.
fifteen grown men shouldn't cry.

Cheche Garcia


on Message Sent

I've got some letters inside of my drawer
that should have been stamped and delivered
One is addressed to my ex
it says I'm the type of kid who can't be lived with
One is addressed to my friends
it says I'm a mess so y'all can't visit
One is addressed to myself
but I don't know what personality or hand to give it

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