Done lots of writing but I've never really had it down
I played guitar a little bit, I guess I messed around
I keep on trying to find in the things that can't be found
Then I gotta throw, then I gotta go
Kick back down on the couch
Done lots of looking but I never see much more than me
I'm frantically complacent about who I'm gonna be
I keep on grinding and hiding out from high up a tree
Then I gotta throw, then I gotta know
What all this bullshit means
Nothing extraordinary
Do I have a genuine bone in my body?
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see (in my body)
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see
'Cause what you make will never really live up to your taste
You stay frustrated and disdainful at what you create
We're building truths with every single statement that we make
The prophecy has been fulfilled
The path the cycle takes
See the world through a different lens
Throw it on the ground, scratch it back up again
See the world through a different lens
Sink it in the sea, and fog it back up again
See the world through a different lens
Throw it on the ground, scratch it back up again
Scratch it back up again
Nothing extraordinary (extraordinary)
Do I have a genuine bone in my body?
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see (in my body)
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see
Do I have a genuine bone
In my body?
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see (in my body)
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see
There's so much that you don't see here
There's so much that
That you still don't see