(violet)

You got something that I think that I want
Jealous feeling in the way that I nod
You got something that I think that I want
Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not anything

Tell me tell me what’s it feel like to be you
Does the sky look black?
Is the gravel blue?
Do we see the same colors
If we wear the same shoes?
I don’t know I don’t know what it’s like to not be
Filtered out by the people that i keep around me
Inside these four walls that I used to call my friends
Really just a prison I construct in my head
Sleep paralysis demon on my chest
Could you speak in tongues to me like a talking head?
Could you teach me how to get on up and out of this bed?
It’s hard to look past my own point of view
When the gravel is black and the sky is just blue
Tell me tell me what’s it feel like to be you
Maybe it’s just the voice inside my head that I talk to
Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not anything

You got something that I think that I want
Jealous feeling in the way that I nod
You got something that I think that I want
Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not anything

Is it safe to say
Sensei never taught me what it takes
To get my sins paid
In Sunday school running
My mouth and sharp tongue too cunning
You dead man? cool runnings
To talk back felt sweeter than agave and blue honey, baby
Do you love me like i love you?
Or does my self doubt undo
The work we put in to make this work out?
Sheltered and shut in, with free thought turned down
Pliés and turnouts dancing around all the words we won’t pronounce
An exercise in restraint
Reeling in my mental real estate
Stay calm, sensei
Is it too late?
Is it too soon?
Is it a fatal flaw or mistake?
Is it a fake footprint on the moon?
Is it a way out?
When in doubt
You could say that it’s safe to assume
That I could be never be jealous of anyone else and
The green in my eyes is only meant for you

You got something that I think that I want
Jealous feeling in the way that I nod
You got something that I think that I want
Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not anything

You got something that I think that I want
Jealous feeling in the way that I nod
You got something that I think that I want
Maybe it’s nothing, maybe it’s not anything