CROOKED

Candle burns for another
Shadows twist alone on the wall
Don’t believe everything you see
I believe there’s something more
Understand all the clamor
Of the beats below the skin
Don’t believe everything they tell you
Ask me now what I believe in

Sometimes everything is easy
Straight lines nothing in between
This time I see everything so clearly
Straight lines are crooked underneath

Watch it burn from a distance
See the shadows drip to the floor
Watch them twist every little feeling
Into something you should scorn
Everything for another
And the angels pass by your door
And you feel everything around you
Wonder what all this is for

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