True Sound -

Forgive me, what I say is not what I mean

I puke points to prove I’m still here

Your face reveals this is clear

But not as clear as it seems

We’re both hiding some things

Or I’m just being a paranoid boy fleeing

What he never thought was real;

A disease that drugs can’t heal

A wound that I can’t feel

A hunger served with a meal

A reason to wake up

A purpose without luck

A will that’s free and strong

A guess that can’t be wrong

A hand so I don’t drown

An ear to hear true sound

A brain to gauge ourselves

To read what we’ve felt

Under guided lights

I’ll still miss the signs

That everything’s alright

Everything’s just fine