Out of Love

This is the real me
The realest I can be
I'm not the man at work
Not the man at home
Not the man you know
Not the man you knew
Not the man you know
Not the man you knew
This is me
The real me
The all of me
The truth of me
Laid out to bare
The realest I can be
Something I've come to realize
Is that if the devil is in the details
Then God is the simple truth
So simple that you can't see it
That you can't hear it
That you can't feel it
Not even me
Not even
Now if that be the case
Where does that leave us?
You and me
Lost yet free
Lost yet free
Lost yet free