Listen up
I think I have something to say
In a peculiar way
It's been tough
To write an intimate phrase
In a natural way
'Cause that's not the way I think
My words teeter on the brink of schizoid
And I will never change the things I do
If I could choose I'd write a song for you
But it would never be good
I would sing a nice chorus, tell a story about how we fell in love
But it wouldn't read true
It would be subterfuge
Break it up
I don't want to feel fake
Materialistic display
There is raw emotion coming from places other than heart that I use to create
I feel I have more to say
'Cause that's just the way I think
My words teeter on the brink of schizoid and I will never change the things I do
If I could choose I'd write a song for you
But it would never be good
I would sing a nice chorus, tell a story about how we fell in love
But it wouldn't read true
It would be subterfuge
And if you're listening to me
I'm trying to be as real as I can be
Nothing short of concrete
If I could choose I'd write a song for you
But it would never be good
I would sing a nice chorus, tell a story about how we fell in love
But it wouldn't read true
It would be subterfuge