it is clear to me what you may or may not have done

it is clear to me what you may or may not have done
i'm a wide receiver
you can't get shit past me
trying is crying
aren't you tired of crying
isn't it messing up everything
i can picture life outside
i have a feeling it's happening
mostly to you
the way you always wanted it
the way you begged to see
another shelf of books
we couldn't afford
the rustle of swan's wings
all of everything out there

i'm on the fence
singing like dylan's bird
but not just for you
i'm sending out a warning
to the legions of shits
who will wipe their conscience
all over your face
anything to replace this
confusion yeah?
it is clear to me

what you may or may not
be keeping beneath the folds
whichever river leads the
better direction
build your raft
but fire is your only craft
you burn everything good
you put it out with your
guilt
flutter on with your life
i think i can bear it