take your eyes off my hands and look at me
it’s not the music you came here to see.
I am laying myself out and i am crossing some line
but just where its drawn is up to you to define.
i have chosen to be here and give you myself
but in truth its not like i could have chosen much
else.
so when i dare you to look deep deep deep into my eyes
when you can’t, you look away i have to say i am not
surprised.
i know you haven’t been listening, you’ve no clue the
wars i’ve fought
and you were deciding when to hear me when i reached
out to strum your thought.
yes, i’ll keep your attention, after all, it’s been
bought
but don’t think you know what makes me happy when i
don’t even know why i am not
do you think it’s so easy to stand here and sing for
you?
well, it’s not but sometimes i forget who it is i have
fooled
and sometimes i forget that you don’t know me at all.
it’s then i tell you too much, it’s then i let you see
me crawl.
take your eyes off my hands and look at me
it’s not the music you came here to see.
i am warning you that sometimes i often lie.
you think you hear my truth but it’s only my best try.