[ Featuring the Long Legs ]
So you're telling me
If I sit and watch this pot, then it will never boil?
Then I'm just gonna sit and watch it
A priori knowledge
You got the short end of the stick
Of me sorting out my indecisive bullshit
Turned it into your problem
I'm sorry
Well life can be a mess when I want it to be
I can come clean when I wanna come clean
And I
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
These are just breadcrumbs burned into the foil
A mere waste product of what I'm really digging for
Who knows how long I'll sit here in the dark
Ears tuned to the silence while the world outside spins on?
I've been juggling a couple new perspectives in the Mirror Thing
Burning out them stale intentions
So I can come back clear with fresh ones
Object permanence is a leap of faith without conclusive evidence
Maybe I've been asking the wrong questions
Well life can be a mess when I want it to be
And I can come clean when I wanna come clean
And I
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
I'm tired of always asking, "What's the matter with me?"
Rewiring my brain to my childhood dreams
And I
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
I wanna come clean
