Painting Over Shadows
๐ต 3117 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:07 duration
๐ ID: 15151752
๐ Lyrics
The other day I raced someone to open a door
I was on one side, they were on the other
We could see each other through the glass
And even though I had to enter a five-digit code on my side
And they only had to turn the knob
It made the most sense for me to be the one to open that door
The social awkwardness and the annoyed glances from strangers
Just to not be the one that the door was held open for
Patiently waiting to walk through
And our only interaction were the words
I was going to open it for you
I had no response and head down I kept moving
The best interactions are the ones that play on repeat
At 2am while I'm trying to fall asleep
Like when you dropped something and I bent down to get it
And I saw that you did too, and we both stopped and I watched
As you reluctantly picked up your stupid keys when I should have
The worst interactions are the ones that have not happened yet
But I'm sure to make them memorable, just give me the chance
Sometimes having a stutter makes you use different words
Than the ones you want to use in the first place
Like the kid in the movie practicing how to order his lunch
While I am judging from my couch saying
Just point at a picture you amateur
Conversations replayed weeks later
With the fear of being seen as less than
Just because of a choice of word or lack thereof
At the end of the day we will not be defined by pizza or fish or lack thereof
Oh by the way, there's a cello in your house now
We use words to combat words that make us feel a certain way
We use words to combat feelings that make us speak a certain way
We use feelings to justify words that make us act a certain way
We combat feelings to justify never saying the words we want to say
We fight feelings with fighting words to make ourselves believe this fight is worth our time
What if it's not
Meaningless, meaningless
Your receipt is in the bag
Yeah you too
The forgotten wallet, the misplaced twenty dollar bill
The look of the barista as she reluctantly says this one is on the house because she is too nice to throw it away
If you are paying for the food then I will leave the tip
As I make it a point to tip more than the meal
So they know I could have covered the check as well
Only my power bill will know the real truth
Grasping for straws to be who you think I am
Grasping for straws to be who I have told you I was
Struggling to breathe as I wait for you to tell me who you think I am
Struggling to breathe as I wait for you to tell me who I am
Who am I to you
I mean, who am I today
With such a fragile sense of self I wait to see what version of me we will see today
Maybe we will meet someone new
It's not up to me
It's up to the last movie I watched or the last album I listened to or the last kind words someone said to me
I mean the last time I was criticized
The last time I applied critical thinking or maybe I don't recognize that voice anymore
The paint dries and I can still see the same lines
I have put three coats on already and I believe it's time for the fourth
I am amazed at how quickly you have accepted a new gospel
Which is not really a gospel at all
I was on one side, they were on the other
We could see each other through the glass
And even though I had to enter a five-digit code on my side
And they only had to turn the knob
It made the most sense for me to be the one to open that door
The social awkwardness and the annoyed glances from strangers
Just to not be the one that the door was held open for
Patiently waiting to walk through
And our only interaction were the words
I was going to open it for you
I had no response and head down I kept moving
The best interactions are the ones that play on repeat
At 2am while I'm trying to fall asleep
Like when you dropped something and I bent down to get it
And I saw that you did too, and we both stopped and I watched
As you reluctantly picked up your stupid keys when I should have
The worst interactions are the ones that have not happened yet
But I'm sure to make them memorable, just give me the chance
Sometimes having a stutter makes you use different words
Than the ones you want to use in the first place
Like the kid in the movie practicing how to order his lunch
While I am judging from my couch saying
Just point at a picture you amateur
Conversations replayed weeks later
With the fear of being seen as less than
Just because of a choice of word or lack thereof
At the end of the day we will not be defined by pizza or fish or lack thereof
Oh by the way, there's a cello in your house now
We use words to combat words that make us feel a certain way
We use words to combat feelings that make us speak a certain way
We use feelings to justify words that make us act a certain way
We combat feelings to justify never saying the words we want to say
We fight feelings with fighting words to make ourselves believe this fight is worth our time
What if it's not
Meaningless, meaningless
Your receipt is in the bag
Yeah you too
The forgotten wallet, the misplaced twenty dollar bill
The look of the barista as she reluctantly says this one is on the house because she is too nice to throw it away
If you are paying for the food then I will leave the tip
As I make it a point to tip more than the meal
So they know I could have covered the check as well
Only my power bill will know the real truth
Grasping for straws to be who you think I am
Grasping for straws to be who I have told you I was
Struggling to breathe as I wait for you to tell me who you think I am
Struggling to breathe as I wait for you to tell me who I am
Who am I to you
I mean, who am I today
With such a fragile sense of self I wait to see what version of me we will see today
Maybe we will meet someone new
It's not up to me
It's up to the last movie I watched or the last album I listened to or the last kind words someone said to me
I mean the last time I was criticized
The last time I applied critical thinking or maybe I don't recognize that voice anymore
The paint dries and I can still see the same lines
I have put three coats on already and I believe it's time for the fourth
I am amazed at how quickly you have accepted a new gospel
Which is not really a gospel at all