Lyrics Freshman Thesis - Thee More Shallows

Freshman Thesis

Before I spoke in riddles, I was worried someone would hear me Now I know that no one really listens so I will just speak clearly
I don’t have private thoughts, just a lyrical worksheet
For mangling my observations on the meter and the beat
And in the process of it, on every line
Sooner or later I’ll have to change the meaning to fit the rhyme
But back in the skylight all of the stars
Turn into sound and then they shout down at me Though they are far away, they shout so loudly
I think I may know what they’re saying to me It’s on the tip of my ear