Messy

He say She say She say He say (He say) He say She say She say Say No sleep, barefoot in the yard, talking to god What if god was an empty sky — a bank of fog Lights dim down the street weaving Form the face of the evening I've got a taste for believing Embrace everything But face everyday alone Just my M.O. Press play the tape record Caress limbo Die by the light of the sword Reflect kendo Live by the dark of the chord And all the voices fall away with the light of day Find myself in the street, to hear the horns decay And silence breathes into empty space And breathes into place And bleeds for them passed away And everybody talking live something, live something And everybody wanna get something, get something And everybody just talking 'bout it, talking 'bout it And ain't nobody listening 'CauseI 'm not talking safe sex when I'm talking lay text Not talking big guns when bold text Or talking loose fists when tape decks Blueprints just build stress Burn bridge undue self Undue health — proof — humanity stoops low To damage the group slow With underhanded vanity backhand complimentary spoof prose I'm disrespected when you misinterpret mine Mainly 'cause my platelets lie in the pages lines They try and make assumptions blind But you don't have to read between the lines Just read the fucking lines Keeps me up at night thinking, chances risky They'll always use my words against me And everybody talking live something, live something And everybody wanna get something, get something And everybody just talking 'bout it, talking 'bout it And ain't nobody listening 'Cause everybody need to hate something, hate something And everybody wanna say something, say something Make you evaluate your worth honest With or without it I'ma work — promise There's always two sides to the truth There's one that's natural to me, and one that's natural to you There's always two sides to the truth There's one that's natural to me, and one that's natural to you There's always two sides to the truth There's one that's natural to me, and one that's natural to you There's always two sides to the truth There's always two sides to every story These roads are dead and gone Because they're like you Lean on it, lean on it Now it's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Yes it's gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Yes it's gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone Gone