They'll never come out right.
No matter how semantics go,
I just can't perfect my expression.
Still,
I can't go on saying nothing.
They'll never be beautiful enough,
they'll never sound the way they should.
Somebody's gonna tear them up,
burn the paper,
throw the ashes to the wind.
I can hear every line.
The difficulty crawls underneath my skin.
They don't flow,
they never did.
Everything's so uniform and rigid.
I can see myself running these lines.
It sounds so much better on the lips,
it sounds so heavy on paper.
When this leaves me now, I'll hate it later.
When I see it again, I'll wonder what was I on.
Things sound so better from someone else.
Why can't I just connect with these words?
Why can't I just connect with these words?
No matter how semantics go,
I just can't perfect my expression.
Still,
I can't go on saying nothing.
They'll never be beautiful enough,
they'll never sound the way they should.
Somebody's gonna tear them up,
burn the paper,
throw the ashes to the wind.
I can hear every line.
The difficulty crawls underneath my skin.
They don't flow,
they never did.
Everything's so uniform and rigid.
I can see myself running these lines.
It sounds so much better on the lips,
it sounds so heavy on paper.
When this leaves me now, I'll hate it later.
When I see it again, I'll wonder what was I on.
Things sound so better from someone else.
Why can't I just connect with these words?
Why can't I just connect with these words?