You've been making a fool of me, haven't you
You've been brutal and non self-aware
Waiting for them to reach out to you
To then say that it's not even there
If theres something that you've got to do
Your conscience is now leaking through
Write what I think might be true
A song could be what cures you
Are you warping what's real into something new?
Are you being honest with yourself?
Am I pessimistic and do I show gratitude?
Am I acting as though I'm someone else?
If theres something that I've got to do
My conscience is now leaking through
Write what I think might be true
A song could be what cures you
Don't ask what's on my mind
I'm telling you, telling you
Don't ask what's on my mind
Im telling you, telling you
Don't ask what's on my mind
Im telling you, telling you
Don't ask what's on my mind
One day I might sing it to you
You've been making a fool of me haven't you
Brutal and non self-aware
Waiting for them to reach out to you
To then say that its not even there
If theres something that you've got to do
Your conscience is now leaking through
Write what I think might be true
A song could be what cures you
