The Sorting (feat. Dave Depper)

All my best friends were made through statements of flaw If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all? I can blot out a mark or blur how I move But distance breeds when seeking these solutions I bind my worth to marking all of my actions Right or not right -- and I mask half of these I chase the safety that sorting sometimes can bring By pushing out friends just trying to see me I praise the makers whose trades stay disconnected From filters of fault, and speak a weakness loud I chase creation, but my head seeks corrections To shit that I share It rules what is allowed But my best friends were found through statements of flaw If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all? You can blot out a mark or blur how you move But distance breeds when seeking these solutions