This fits well with almost any dance thing but I will always think of Jon Arbuckle because that one dancing scene just seems to fit almost every will wood song especially against the kitchen floor.
your transitions were good but your composition is what really got me bro, like the order of the clips just made so much sense from one to the next, job well done.
Yakuza and Family guy are definitely my *close* favourites with this song, however... *nothing beats Jon Arbuckle against the kitchen floor. This song was made for that clip.*
i was was drawn in by Peter Griffin and Peppino on the thumbnail and was like "oooh ive never heard this song before. It sounds like a song Will Wood would make I like it" and then i checked to see what the song was in the describtion
I really had to pause and think, "Did Hannibal have a dance scene..?" Then it hit me! But regardless I still can't answer my own question, 'cuz I haven't finished it lol.. Love this!
I don't owe you my heart And I don't owe you my body But you should know that I'm sorry For being careless with you Lord knows I owe you more Than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybody But I can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects Bottom shelf erotic products like me So, I could hold your hand but keep you at arm's length Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough Unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush, and I swear, I'm really trying It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for me I swear, I'm really trying Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet I still don't know who you are I only know that I'm still lonely That morbid sort where even company can't cure me And the more you reassure, the less I trust But still you gave me your heart I only gave you my body Honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone And so I left it home, but now, now, now, now I keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up, and I swear, I'm really trying I'm just as exposed if I take off my clothes When we make the closest thing to love that I'm capable of And I don't know why you would care But I'm really trying Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet Did I really have any of that gravity? Maybe you're quicksand Because I really couldn't tell How deep my footprints went The vertex of my redemption arc The searching on that virgin heart I'm catatonic in your arms Crying, "How did I cause so much harm?" I'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours Don't say "I'm sorry, but this can't go on" I know you've got scars of your own But hide my knives before you go I'll either live or die alone I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress I promise, I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible I swear, I'm so fucking sorry I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all And write a fucking song about it, cause God damn it Sorry Fuck, I'm sorry
