Sarah

She said I care a lot about you, told her that I know that
But I’m not sure I know of any way for me to show that
Beside this
Said she's sorry she don't know rap
I showed her sum'n
I was thinking of her when I wrote that
And I haven't the faintest how to hold back
Sinking into the pace between routine and what I know that
Thinking of you but through myself
Couldn't tell you if it's true I guess
I'd prolly have a clue or maybe two if I just knew myself
I threw myself into this mix and now it's you myself and I
Stuck to all this music moving to unglue myself
But I can't, no chance, tell me how I’m 'posed to lie
With open heart and open eyes, lock-ed truths and open lies
Spoken cries, muted screams, woken highs and lucid dreams
Of anything and I mean anything except for you and me
Wrote a couple bars about you way back
Never slipped a word about it then I didn't know how I could say that
And how the fuck I’m 'posed to lay back
And gently watch you exit stressing while depression wanders through my tape deck

This is the absence of you
You gotta go and tell me baby whats a rapper to do?
Whatever happened to you?
I’m happy picturing a happier you
But what's a rapper to do?

It wasn't actin with you

I guess it had to be you