Truth will come around
Am I performing here?
And I'm not wrong
Not at all
Conscious of a crowd
Fearlessly failed trying
And they're not wrong
Not at all
You keep telling me it's time to move
You keep waiting for me to prove
We speak, we speak
You keep telling me all these things are true
I keep
Stupid and profound
Too much attention here
It's a metaphor
For life, as show
Truth will come around
Am I performing here?
You're not wrong
Not at all
You keep telling me it's time to move
You keep waiting for me to prove
We speak, we speak
You keep telling me all these things are true
I keep
I keep waiting for you to soothe
When we sleep, we sleep
We feel certain of all of the things that we do