Mess - Tuvaband

It’s a mess, messy like before when I couldn’t think straight

I take my shoes off in the need of walking bare-foot

Can’t seem to take a step

What I want the most is to go wherever and to be free

I beg for frames to tuck me in

I frame my face with a dartboard and look around, waiting

When things can work out I don’t need to worry

When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry

When things can work out I don’t need to worry

When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry

When I see me I see them, eating me

And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound

When I see me I see them, eating me

And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound

When I see me I see them, eating me

I’m a bird, but I really just circulate around my nest

Down under they are daydreaming based on what they see

But nothing’s like it seems

The nest is empty, head is full, can’t make a move

I beg for frames to tuck me in

When the skies burst I will find my own way, on my own

When things can work out I don’t need to worry

When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry

When things can work out I don’t need to worry

When things can’t work out I don’t need to worry

When I see me I see them, eating me

And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound

When I see me I see them, eating me, eating me

And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound

And I’m the observer and I cannot make a sound