If you want to leave I will understand I keep screwing up and it's letting you down But first let me explain when I seem reluctant It's just the way I'm made If I fight it I'll just turn redundant You know it's like an art trying to keep a foothold? And as I'm learning to paint it's Like someone's pouring black out tenfold I am made of light but stuck in material Composed of noise but caught in the visual I was dropped out here on the recesses of my sound I have to find my way back so I can stand on the right ground You know it's like an art trying to keep a foothold? And as I'm learning to paint it's Like someone's pouring black out tenfold