The Big Rae - Voices Lyrics

I'm on a rough road, it's nothing special
I'll stick around until I know it's time to let go
I walk a thin line, I fake a straight spine
Chin in the air so my swagger says it's all fine
Paraplegic mime lost in the design
Songs about songs as long as you rewind
What am I on about? Spread it by word of mouth
Heading the same way but I take a different route
"Stop being abstract, this is a love song
You didn't notice that because you've got love wrong"
Its not the taste in your mouth the sweat on your palms
That old tension kicking in the moment you're calm
Its the voices, I hear them in my head again
Make up my mind but you don't ever let me in
The choices, to late to take it back again
Stay on my grind but you don't ever let me win
Still on the shame show, a different wardrobe
The end is near but God is speaking in morse code
Facebook-goddess: she rhymes the hardest
Flow ferocious, low jabs regardless
Of the rules that we claim we all play by
Battered and bruised but we claim we all stay fly
Check the credit rating, no ones celebrating
What we're facings guaranteed to smash you face in
Stop being violent. Its still a love song
How many times will I tell you that you've got love wrong?
Its not the wind in your hair, the glow in her stare
Lonely-heart-late-night-radio-tears
Its the choices we make and those we fail to
The voices we hate but still relate to
The moments of truth those lies could lead to
I'll tell you the rest if you can stay tuned
Its the voices, I hear them in my head again
Make up my mind but you don't ever let me in
The choices, to late to take it back again
Stay on my grind but you don't ever let me win
I'm off that rough road, it's time to let go
My femme fatale kept tripping in her stilettos
She reads the magazines knows 'love ain't a thing'
She's only eighteen digging for that wedding ring
And "I am twenty-six going on seventeen"
Same dreams, same songs, same pathetic wings
They take me nowhere, its like they don't care
Threaten to chop then off but they don't know fear
Maybe you were right, this is a love song
And all my life, right, I got love wrong
Its not that quarter-life crisis, fear of surprises
Trapped in a mirror maze - startle your own disguises
Fumbling the pass saying "I'm not usually like this"
Staring at her... with no words to describe this
Until the queen ponders "Is this what love is?"
Tell her not to wonder it's just the voices
Its the voices, I hear them in my head again
Make up my mind but you don't ever let me in
The choices, to late to take it back again
Stay on my grind but you don't ever let me win