Tuesday

Done lots of writing but I've never really had it down I played guitar a little bit, I guess I messed around I keep on trying to find in the things that can't be found Then I gotta throw, then I gotta go Kick back down on the couch Done lots of looking but I never see much more than me I'm frantically complacent about who I'm gonna be I keep on grinding and hiding out from high up a tree Then I gotta throw, then I gotta know What all this bullshit means Nothing extraordinary Do I have a genuine bone in my body? There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see (in my body) There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see 'Cause what you make will never really live up to your taste You stay frustrated and disdainful at what you create We're building truths with every single statement that we make The prophecy has been fulfilled The path the cycle takes See the world through a different lens Throw it on the ground, scratch it back up again See the world through a different lens Sink it in the sea, and fog it back up again See the world through a different lens Throw it on the ground, scratch it back up again Scratch it back up again Nothing extraordinary (extraordinary) Do I have a genuine bone in my body? There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see (in my body) There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see Do I have a genuine bone In my body? There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see (in my body) There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see There's so much that you don't see here There's so much that That you still don't see