everything is simple 'til it’s not learned to love the ropes when you were caught see they could be braided a better way and sinking into nothing - you learn to stay singers tend to hide the truth or you hear it, if it speaks to you but what do you expect, it serves them well to edit anything that’s fit to telli’m no better, and i’m no worse i’m still around but its a curse and you’ll just do the best you can and time will call you a good man
and sing your praise, because you would sing it yourself because you could but what do i expect, it serves you well to edit anything that’s fit to tell
everything is simple until it’s not learned to love the ropes like you were caught everything is simple until it’s not everything is simple