| So many feelings
|
| What do you mean what do I mean?
|
| So many feelings
|
| We’ve talked about this before. |
| You hurt my feelings
|
| Oh really? |
| Alright…
|
| (So many feelings)
|
| All up in 'em, caught up in 'em
|
| I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em
|
| (So many feelings)
|
| I do not want you to fix it, but I just want you to listen
|
| Yeah, I just want you to listen
|
| We keep crossing the signals and crossing the wires
|
| And now I just wanna leave
|
| You feel disrespected, I won’t let you protect me from all other crazy things
|
| I do not want you to fix it, no, but I just want you to listen
|
| Yeah, I just want you to listen
|
| (So many feelings)
|
| All up in 'em, caught up in 'em
|
| I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em
|
| (So many feelings)
|
| All up in 'em, caught up in 'em
|
| I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em
|
| I think you think I can mind read (for real)
|
| And I think you ignore my needs
|
| And you speak of hurt as if I try to plan it
|
| I think we living on different planets
|
| I say something, you get offended (seriously)
|
| You say «Damn Cliff, you never listen!»
|
| So then I shut up and you shut down
|
| And I’m just like «yo, what I do now?»
|
| Here lies grave that we dance around
|
| Our fight played out with no sound
|
| We argue so much, it’s like we love it
|
| Yesterday it was sex, today about the budget
|
| Now listen I’m cool, drop the subject
|
| I’m three seconds way from just saying f--k it
|
| I must admit sometimes I wanna quit
|
| Cause I feel like my feelings don’t mean shit
|
| We pray, we talk about faith
|
| But why you never seem to show me grace?
|
| You step on my toes and keep on dancing
|
| Then you wonder why I’m not romantic
|
| Tragedy up on your majesty
|
| We been fighting each other since Adam and Eve
|
| You got the murder weapon but you claim your hands are clean
|
| You wanna talk it out but I need my space to breathe
|
| How’s my soul, you’ll never know
|
| We make grave mistakes, dig more holes
|
| In the backyard, try to hide the bones
|
| We know skeletons will never grow
|
| Fool ourselves hiding our dead bodies
|
| Murder murder murder just seems to be the hobby
|
| Cool, shots fired, you got me
|
| A house full of death but we act so godly
|
| (So many feelings)
|
| All up in 'em, caught up in 'em
|
| I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em
|
| (So many feelings)
|
| All up in 'em, caught up in 'em
|
| I live in 'em, you don’t get 'em |