Pawn
What do you see when you look up to the ceiling?
Up through the little white cracks on the ceiling...
Through the divots and trenches and twisted little vines
Like a maze for my head to pass by the time
Or am I looking for a sign?
Was it a change or by design that these little lines would align?
Is it a metaphor about how my life will be defined?
An outline to the headlines that these little lines all entwine
I feel I'm caught up in the branches and the thorns of the little white lines sweet confines
Looking to the ceiling and I know that I can't stop caring
At the ceiling fan, with blades that are tearing
Through the air, and I wonder why I'm still caring
My skin feels itchy, uncomfortable in my skin
My leg won't stop moving
Always thinking of a beat
My mind won't stop racing, in my mind I'm pacing
Mad at me and everything
I'm silent; my wife lays next to me, my dog to the right
Between the two I can tell it's gonna be another long night
But I can't get comfortable, I'm still thinking
Worrying and dreaming when I should be sleeping
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Desire and passion
Not enough, never in fashion
A curse that's making my heart that's full burst
Venting meditating on these lines I've nursed
I know I have something real but feel like I'm the worst
Even though I dedicate, rewrite and rehearse
Do I overthink? Should I jump head-first?
Either way I'm sinking in these thoughts, I'm submerged, yeah
Do know what it's like to want something so bad?
But never be good enough, never a fad
Sometimes I think I've gone mad
Gave it all I have, my heart and my soul
But I'll never be good enough
Let me be your instrument
A voice found dissonant
A fait more immanent
It seems like you can't hear me
Gave me the ear, gave me the heart, but these talents seem distant to me
But in the end, all these notes fall short
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
But in the end, all these notes fall short
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Abandon all hope and desire for fame
I could care less yet I still feel the shame
How think I look, and how I really look
Look like polar opposites, not quite the same
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Up through the little white cracks on the ceiling...
Through the divots and trenches and twisted little vines
Like a maze for my head to pass by the time
Or am I looking for a sign?
Was it a change or by design that these little lines would align?
Is it a metaphor about how my life will be defined?
An outline to the headlines that these little lines all entwine
I feel I'm caught up in the branches and the thorns of the little white lines sweet confines
Looking to the ceiling and I know that I can't stop caring
At the ceiling fan, with blades that are tearing
Through the air, and I wonder why I'm still caring
My skin feels itchy, uncomfortable in my skin
My leg won't stop moving
Always thinking of a beat
My mind won't stop racing, in my mind I'm pacing
Mad at me and everything
I'm silent; my wife lays next to me, my dog to the right
Between the two I can tell it's gonna be another long night
But I can't get comfortable, I'm still thinking
Worrying and dreaming when I should be sleeping
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Desire and passion
Not enough, never in fashion
A curse that's making my heart that's full burst
Venting meditating on these lines I've nursed
I know I have something real but feel like I'm the worst
Even though I dedicate, rewrite and rehearse
Do I overthink? Should I jump head-first?
Either way I'm sinking in these thoughts, I'm submerged, yeah
Do know what it's like to want something so bad?
But never be good enough, never a fad
Sometimes I think I've gone mad
Gave it all I have, my heart and my soul
But I'll never be good enough
Let me be your instrument
A voice found dissonant
A fait more immanent
It seems like you can't hear me
Gave me the ear, gave me the heart, but these talents seem distant to me
But in the end, all these notes fall short
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
But in the end, all these notes fall short
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Abandon all hope and desire for fame
I could care less yet I still feel the shame
How think I look, and how I really look
Look like polar opposites, not quite the same
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Light the kerosene, burn it all in flames
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Am I writing deaf songs?
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
Let me be your pawn
Am I working for anything, will this ever live on?
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Writer(s): Message Man
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