all the world (i tell myself)

say that i've changed
say i'm different
maybe i finally understand
say i let go
say it's obvious
oh i tell myself over and over and over again:

i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready to believe
dah, dah, dah, dah...

so tell me i'm strong
tell me i'm weak
tell me i never, ever bend
tell me i'm fire
tell me i'm cold
cold, oh i tell myself over, over, and over again:

i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready to believe

and all the world can watch the choices you make
all the world can watch each tiny mistake
let the world watch, and let the world wait...
for you

so tell me i'm wrong
or tell me i'm cruel
tell me i fight
or tell me i fought for the wrong things

i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready to believe (x2)

correatown

merit

i haven't written myself down
for a while now...
that that need that i had
(to measure and quantify the tempest within)
has been so over-taken and replaced with
a simple peace.

it's like breathing without thinking.
it's not believing, but knowing.

i was whole before i noticed.
my vices and poisons are strangers now;
i can't remember why i loved them so.