23 november

take your eyes off my hands and look at me
it's not the music you came here to see.
i am laying myself out and i am crossing some line
but just where its drawn is up to you to define.

i have chosen to be here and give you myself
but in truth its not like i could have chosen much else.
so when i dare you to look deep deep deep into my eyes
when you can't, you look away i have to say i am not surprised.

i know you haven't been listening, you've no clue the wars i've fought
and you were deciding when to hear me when i reached out to strum your thought.
yes, i'll keep your attention, after all, it's been bought
but don't think you know what makes me happy when i don't even know why i am not

do you think it's so easy to stand here and sing for you?
well, it's not but sometimes i forget who it is i have fooled
and sometimes i forget that you don't know me at all.
it's then i tell you too much, it's then i let you see me crawl.

take your eyes off my hands and look at me
it's not the music you came here to see.
i am warning you that sometimes i often lie.
you think you hear my truth but it's only my best try.