You Wrote Me Notes On Paper Bags
You Strolled The Roads As I Turned Back
Air Was Calm The Sky Was Black
You Wrote A List Of Things I Lack

We've Come To Realize
We're Opened Up Our Eyes

'Cause You're A Mountain I Can't Climb Yet
And I'm A Painting But You're Blinded

I Always Have To Justify How My Tongue Dances
We're Barely Getting By On Taking Chances
We've Come To Realize
It's Us That We Despise

'Cause You're A Mountain I Can't Climb Yet
And I'm A Painting But You're Blinded

We've Come To Realize
It's Us That We Despise