I Speak Your Mind - Frisbie

I’m not in the mood for stories

About the weight of a girl

Though I try

To recapture the rapture

But the snapshot is not who you are

Did you lie?

Was it me?

Was it I?

Did I make it up believing I’ve got to shake it up for fear that it would up

and try

To cast me in the role of what is wasted on the face of a boy

Every cry

That’s my name

Oh my god, I wanna rate it, I wanna rate it, I wanna rate it

Every time

Wicked beat

Wicked lie

We could treat each other under the wicked sign

I want a piece of you

I want a reason to

I want a laser light

'til I can speak your mind

And there’s another English lesson

I guess it’s a game

So I lay low

If you say so

Bounce down in the daylight

May I stayed right

My eye on the prize

Or go blind

I have grieved

I’ve be lying

By the grievance even sentences unwind

I want a piece of you

I want a reason to

I want a laser light

'til I can speak your mind

'til I can speak your mind

Wicked beat

Wicked lie