FAWM #5 - Blind Spots
I could fill a moving truck
I could fill a book right up
With things that I never really, never really, never really, never really knew at all
I never really learned to trust
Never really cared enough
I guess that I never really, never really, never really, never really knew at all
I got all these blind spot, blind spots
That I can’t see
I got these blind spots, blind spots…
I could build a monument
To every stupid thing I’ve said
And it’d say that I never really, never really, never knew a thing all
Baby it would touch the sky
Stacking all the stupid lines
I guess that I never really, never really, never really, never really knew at all
I got all these blind spot, blind spots
That I can’t see
I got these blind spots, blind spots…
And all these things that I can’t see
They’re just trying to mess with me
I got all these blind spots, blind spots…
I just try to make believe
That maybe I’m good enough for me
I got all these blind spots, blind spots…
It could be a movie scene
You could spell it out for
And say that I never really, never really, never really, never really knew
Everything that could have been
Could have found happiness
But I never really, never really, never really, never really knew at all
I never really, never really, never really, knew
I got all these blind spot, blind spots, ohhh