I dont think y'all ready
Yo, I dont think y'all ready
Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of grey
This constant apprehension
Still giving me away
The lessons I've forgotten
In spite of all I've learned
Now, I find myself in question
Point, point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
Point, point the finger at me again
I wanna runaway (I wanna runaway)
I want to know the truth (I want to know the truth)
I want to know the answers (I want to know the answers)
I want to shut the door
And open up my mind (And open up my mind)
And open up my mind (And open up my mind)
Paperbags and angry voices
Under a sky of grey
This constant apprehension
Wont seem to go away
All my talk of starting over
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
Point, point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
Point, point the finger at me again
I wanna runaway (I wanna runaway)
I want to know the truth (I want to know the truth)
I want to know the answers (I want to know the answers)
I want to shut the door
And open up my mind (And open up my mind)
And open up my mind