The Sorting (feat. Dave Depper)

All my best friends were made through statements of flaw
If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all?
I can blot out a mark or blur how I move
But distance breeds when seeking these solutions

I bind my worth to marking all of my actions
Right or not right -- and I mask half of these
I chase the safety that sorting sometimes can bring
By pushing out friends just trying to see me

I praise the makers whose trades stay disconnected
From filters of fault, and speak a weakness loud
I chase creation, but my head seeks corrections
To shit that I share
It rules what is allowed

But my best friends were found through statements of flaw
If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all?
You can blot out a mark or blur how you move
But distance breeds when seeking these solutions



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Alpay
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