Jeffs-Site

and it’s true what you said
I hear the thoughts your thinking
and it’s true again
I jump to conclusions
before the questions spoken
and it’s true that it breaks my heart
and it’s true that it aches my head
and it’s true that it haunts my tomorrow
yet it’s here again
I really can’t complain
and you ask me to show you
and when I do you never believe
and then it’s just the same again
there’s no room for the unexpected in your life
no room to pray or grieve
no room for something bigger
so much more
closer to God
finer details
of the soul
no room for me
and it’s true I just a big nothing
something you might never see
but then again what does it matter
even when it’s right in front of you
you still never choose to believe
and I sat staring out the window
and I cried looking at the floor
I took a deep breath
and levitated just a little more
but you never have room to see it
never time to grieve
and it’s true that it haunts my tomorrow
yet it’s here again
I really can’t complain
and you ask me to show you
and when I do you never believe
and then it’s just the same again
jumping to conclusions before the question is spoken
I’m not just a gun baby I’m the bullet that’s smokin
and you don’t know what you’re asking for
when you ask for what you got
baby I hear the thoughts everyday
and it almost always breaks my heart
if you could only hear the things that people say
when their words aren’t being spoken
then you’d really understand
and you’ve have a good hand
on why my heart’s broken…