Tuesday

Done lots of writing, but I've never really had it down

I play guitar a little bit, I guess I messed around

I keep on tryin' to find in the things that can't be found

Then I gotta throw, and I gotta go

Kick back, yeah, I'm on the couch

Done lots of lookin', but I never see much more than me

I'm frantically complacent about who I'm gonna be

I keep on grindin' and hidin' out, from high up a tree

Then I gotta throw, and I gotta know

What all this bullshit means

Nothing extraordinary

Do I have a genuine bone in my body?

There's so much light you don't see here

There's so much light that you still don't see

In my body

There's so much light you don't see here

There's so much light 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 buildin' 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 light you don't see here

There's so much light that you still don't see

In my body

There's so much light you don't see here

There's so much light that you still don't see

Do I have a genuine bone in my body?

There's so much light you don't see here

There's so much light that you still don't see

In my body

There's so much light you don't see here

There's so much light that you still don't see

There's so much light you don't see here

There's so much light that you still don't see