narrator
10-20-2002, 08:13 AM
It was in your head
That you thought it was so bad
To be anything but yourself
It was so sad
To think that you should be anything but yourself
Define and resign myself to just be like you
Not a person, just a name, a symbol, an idea, nothing new
Things you understand about me
That there’re just some things I can’t be
The subtle grace of what it meant to be
Just be, not to understand, or decide, or see
Show me what you know
That makes you so damn smart
Tell me how to know
That anyone could ever start
See it like perfection
Don’t ask me to explain it
Fear it like conception
I waited for them sustain it
Just one more thing
That makes it so goddamn broken
Just to be around you
So broken just by what I knew
Define and take time to create yourself
Not just a person, not just a name, just a titled self
Things I understand about you
That there’re just some things you can’t do
Just turn it off, understand that I can’t take it
Just turn it off, understand I know you can’t fake it
Just turn it off, understand you know I can’t fake it
Just turn it off, they can’t stand they way we take it
And let them off, even after all their hands became so dirty when they forsake it
That you thought it was so bad
To be anything but yourself
It was so sad
To think that you should be anything but yourself
Define and resign myself to just be like you
Not a person, just a name, a symbol, an idea, nothing new
Things you understand about me
That there’re just some things I can’t be
The subtle grace of what it meant to be
Just be, not to understand, or decide, or see
Show me what you know
That makes you so damn smart
Tell me how to know
That anyone could ever start
See it like perfection
Don’t ask me to explain it
Fear it like conception
I waited for them sustain it
Just one more thing
That makes it so goddamn broken
Just to be around you
So broken just by what I knew
Define and take time to create yourself
Not just a person, not just a name, just a titled self
Things I understand about you
That there’re just some things you can’t do
Just turn it off, understand that I can’t take it
Just turn it off, understand I know you can’t fake it
Just turn it off, understand you know I can’t fake it
Just turn it off, they can’t stand they way we take it
And let them off, even after all their hands became so dirty when they forsake it