I hold my breath and hope that no one's in there
You never know how cruel people can be
And depending on the state
I might just have to wait
I cannot risk the possibility
I fight the urge to crawl into my sweater
Distract myself with optimistic phrase
And I don't think I know God
But if their heaviness got hot
I'm sure I'd have to bow my head and pray
So tell me what it's like
Tell me what it's like
To shake off your shoes
And sit back for that bright flash of dark news
And decide if you've got time for the blues
Cuz it doesn't have to hit you
It's a knowingness that I won't be considered
The pores upon my face are still too small
So I gotta be the best, & tighten up my chest
They think I don't feel anything at all
They think I don't feel anything at all
So tell me what it's like
Tell me what it's like
To shake off your shoes
And sit back for that bright flash of dark news
And decide if you've got time for the blues
Cuz it doesn't have to hit you, no
To shake off your shoes
And sit back for that bright flash of dark news
And decide if you've got time for the blues
Cuz it doesn't have to hit you, no
It doesn't have to hit you