send out your best
fit it in the book
line by line
you only love it if it's crippled and vague
it's so ironic how you say
"you" instead of "i"
the truth gets scared
when it's out in the open
like a fawn caught in a field
it takes flight to the safety of trees
you gotta fit it in the book
line by line
line by stupid line
it only ever slightly fits
it's like a slap upon the wrist
with my hands balled up into fists
and i'm ready for your hit
you only believe it if it makes sense
and it's so ironic how i say "you" instead of "i"
i only believe it if it makes sense
and i say "you" instead of "i"
