She doesn't know the love she has to give
And built 20 walls to hold up her dreams
One day in the future when life truly begins
The sum of her childhood will make perfect sense.

I'm not the me who can be with the she I believe
I'm not the she that can belong to the he either it seems
If I be the me that I desire to see me complete
then the crease in my sheets will never come out or be clean
and the mirror that reflects the her will  never have sheen
so the me that I need will never be seen
not by the them or the they or the eyes that they keep
and the she that I seek will be covered from these
and the hurt it would cause will become her disease
so I'll keep the me I maybe could be
in the silence and chambers of my secretes and dreams

I've been travelling northward
Shedding all the bruises from my shoulders
Leaving you in the creases in my footprints in the sand
But you have the tip of my heart
Buiried in the lines of your palms
Dripping out the spaces of your hands
So no distance would make me the difference
No wise words would bring me solace
Though I'm no longer the person you knew
So much for mkving on
So much getting over you

Maybe I'll give a crap more
Maybe I'll take crap less
Maybe invite my enemies over and burn them like they're in-scents
They'd be looking at  beverages thinking 'I probably shouldn't drink this'
No ****, its melted flint if you asking out of interest

But since the law and moral cause don't really favor ******  
I'll post a an ad in the paper asking if anyone wants to get sawed up
Find a willing part-taker and grind them into saw dust

But on a note of real talk I really don't have murderous intent
My thoughts might seem cruel and rigid, but they're savage at best  
Honestly all I want to the get some Gang Nam respect
Maybe then I can turn my enemies into friends
If that's t0o much to ask
Honestly I couldn't as for less

I want a photo of you darling
You look gorgeous in your scarlet vest
Under the light of the sunrise
Driving through Cape Town in that morning mist
And you're the captain
And I'm your captive
The moment passes
The camera flashes
And I can picture perfect
In the shine of the headlights
The drive was worth it
And we say our goodbyes

Oh how small we've begun to make You
And taken our feet and walked ourselves up to the head of the mountain, where we've named ourselves gods
We offer ourselves offerings of praise and power to satisfy ourselves until our next desire demands the fullness of our hearts
Yet forget that every beat it gives cannot me made through our strength
And how quickly the next one could be stopped by the flick of Your pinky finger.