You wrote me notes on paper bags

You strolled the roads as I turned back 

Air was calm the sky was black 

You wrote a list of things I lack 

we've come to realize

We've opened up our eyes



Cuz you're a mountain I can't climb yet

And I'm a painting but you're blinded



I Always have to justify how my tongue dances

We're barely getting by on taking chances 

and we've come to realize

It's us that we despise



Cuz you're a mountain I can't climb yet

And I'm a painting but you're blinded



we've come to realize

It's us that we despise