What if I step onto the other side?
What if I didn't bat my eyes?
I know I pay attention to all of the unmentionables
I know I keep on talking and it's making you uncomfortable
I know that I do something, but it's not every single time
I know that once I hop off the train, I know I've left the line
I wish that I could look a little closer still
I wish that I could say that I am feeling still
He is the one that can adapt, always wants to go off beaten path
Why can't it ever be me? My hands they always are unclean
You think I overreact
And I can say that it is a fact
Because sometimes I see it in you
That does not erase the truth
I guess you could say that I'm off kilter
And you could say I lost my filter
A wylder way I did walk, and sometimes way too much I talked