(T)Errors Of Learning 3/4
There's a string around your finger, and that feeling starts to linger; where were you when you last saw your friend
The heart may harden, but do not beg for pardon, anticipate that this may be the end
There's a phantom pitter-patter: what is lost among the matter
A silent space cannot hold a song
And they may disappear
When did you last fear or question if you belong
Some say it's nice to feel, to be the sod in the seed
But I don't know if I'm ready for that
I don't think I'm ready to bleed
This complex has no confidence, do not question how it complements the way the water tastes
But I'm not here enough to stay clear
You can ask if I have something to prove, boy
But for now, but for now, for now this is the best I can do
For now this is the best I can do
There's a chill raising hairs which triggers my errors
Frostbitten skin must leave the snow
You'll want something to hold; know my skin's too cold
Wish the witch sounds would never slow
Some say it's nice to feel, to be the sod in the seed
But I don't know if I'm ready for that
I don't think that I'm ready too
This complex has no confidence, do not question how it complements the way the water tastes
Cause I'm not here enough to stay clear
You can ask if I have something to prove, boy
But for now, for now this is the best I can do
For now this is the best I can do
Some say it's nice to feel, to be the sod in the seed
But I don't know if I'm ready for this
I don't think I'm ready too
The heart may harden, but do not beg for pardon, anticipate that this may be the end
There's a phantom pitter-patter: what is lost among the matter
A silent space cannot hold a song
And they may disappear
When did you last fear or question if you belong
Some say it's nice to feel, to be the sod in the seed
But I don't know if I'm ready for that
I don't think I'm ready to bleed
This complex has no confidence, do not question how it complements the way the water tastes
But I'm not here enough to stay clear
You can ask if I have something to prove, boy
But for now, but for now, for now this is the best I can do
For now this is the best I can do
There's a chill raising hairs which triggers my errors
Frostbitten skin must leave the snow
You'll want something to hold; know my skin's too cold
Wish the witch sounds would never slow
Some say it's nice to feel, to be the sod in the seed
But I don't know if I'm ready for that
I don't think that I'm ready too
This complex has no confidence, do not question how it complements the way the water tastes
Cause I'm not here enough to stay clear
You can ask if I have something to prove, boy
But for now, for now this is the best I can do
For now this is the best I can do
Some say it's nice to feel, to be the sod in the seed
But I don't know if I'm ready for this
I don't think I'm ready too
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Writer(s): Luke Knudsen
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