Jenga
I've burned a lot of bridges
I've broke a lot of hearts
Not even just romantically
That just gives us a place to start
I've said a lot that I regret
It started out as art
Artistically speaking my truth
Been patches bruises up like bandaids
Peek-a-boo
And none of it's even coming true
Fuck
And none of that's even coming true
Ya know
Who you tryna fool anyway
I've said a lot that I regret
I guess they call it growing up
I had to throw that line in twice
Cause shit the guilt would eat me up
I'm trying daily
To stay praising
All the blessings that fall down into my lap
Except it's seems the more I catch
The more i frown
And that's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm falling deep into this game
The one that none of us signed up for
But keep playing just the same
And just like peek-a-boo
And whoop-de-doo
And hide and seek
I'll come find you
Yeah little Lucy Lu eventually is gonna find the truth
I'm stacking phrases up like Jenga
Pull one brick it all comes loose
But listen closely and you'll
Find the common threads to lace your shoes
I'm spilling milk and trying not to cry
So call me Mr. Moo
I'm spilling milk and trying not to cry
I'm failing
Boo hoo hoo
None of this shit is even
True
Who you tryna fool anyway
I'm tryna fool you
I'm looking upward for some answers
All the clouds are raining down
A music box plays tiny dancer
That'll surely pull a crowd
I'm looking to the sky for answers
Am I being clear enough now
I'm looking outward for the answers
But they're all inside me
Wow
Who you tryna fool anyway
But they're all inside me wow
You know this shit isn't gonna work right
A couple bruises on my membrane
But not enough to slip me up
I think I'm losing to this pen game
All these words swallow me up
I say a lot to feel a little
The words are never enough
I keep it moving
Keep it cruising
Put a muzzle on me
Fuck
I've broke a lot of hearts
Not even just romantically
That just gives us a place to start
I've said a lot that I regret
It started out as art
Artistically speaking my truth
Been patches bruises up like bandaids
Peek-a-boo
And none of it's even coming true
Fuck
And none of that's even coming true
Ya know
Who you tryna fool anyway
I've said a lot that I regret
I guess they call it growing up
I had to throw that line in twice
Cause shit the guilt would eat me up
I'm trying daily
To stay praising
All the blessings that fall down into my lap
Except it's seems the more I catch
The more i frown
And that's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm falling deep into this game
The one that none of us signed up for
But keep playing just the same
And just like peek-a-boo
And whoop-de-doo
And hide and seek
I'll come find you
Yeah little Lucy Lu eventually is gonna find the truth
I'm stacking phrases up like Jenga
Pull one brick it all comes loose
But listen closely and you'll
Find the common threads to lace your shoes
I'm spilling milk and trying not to cry
So call me Mr. Moo
I'm spilling milk and trying not to cry
I'm failing
Boo hoo hoo
None of this shit is even
True
Who you tryna fool anyway
I'm tryna fool you
I'm looking upward for some answers
All the clouds are raining down
A music box plays tiny dancer
That'll surely pull a crowd
I'm looking to the sky for answers
Am I being clear enough now
I'm looking outward for the answers
But they're all inside me
Wow
Who you tryna fool anyway
But they're all inside me wow
You know this shit isn't gonna work right
A couple bruises on my membrane
But not enough to slip me up
I think I'm losing to this pen game
All these words swallow me up
I say a lot to feel a little
The words are never enough
I keep it moving
Keep it cruising
Put a muzzle on me
Fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Mary Nellesen
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