Tuvaband

Mess

Tuvaband


It’s a mess, messy like before when I couldn’t think straight
I take my shoes off in the need of walking bare-foot
Can’t seem to take a step
What I want the most is to go wherever and to be free
I beg for frames to tuck me in
I frame my face with a dartboard and look around, waiting

When things can work out I don’t need to worry
When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry

When I see me I see them, eating me
I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
When I see me I see them, eating me

I’m a bird, but I really just circulate around my nest
Down under they are daydreaming based on what they see
But nothing’s like it seems
The nest is empty, head is full, can’t make a move
I beg for frames to tuck me in
When the skies burst I will find my own way, on my own

When things can work out I don’t need to worry
When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry

When I see me I see them, eating me
I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
When I see me I see them, eating me
And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound

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