say it right.

I drew a quick breath

as the rain hit my neck,

to shield short pain my collar was lifted

fact is my skin's always been a little sensitive.

and I thought: like feist- i feel it all

but like dizzee- i stand up tall

as if everything i see is apart of me

and I'm embodied in everybody

but then everyone moves in different ways
so much so i get to the point where
i can't find myself some days.

So yeah, i've been needing some help lately

don't yet leave I need to listen to someone other than jay-z,

telling others "I'm not depressed Just stressed"

not depressed just stressed.

to everything and all I've given my best

apart from myself. With that I need your help.

words hurt but not as much as fists do,

that's what i thought until i realized

i wasn't strong enough to say- I miss you.

"so, how's it going?"

"you alright?" "How am I?--- Okay"
although recently it's felt like

every word I've said to you I've

been saying the wrong way.
Like, if i could just, say it right.

Your hair was the lamp post.
You hair was a lamp post giving light

to a night almost lost

(hear what I'm saying)

of all the videogames I played donkey kong

country was the best. but that doesn't matter

because you're the coolest girl I ever met. No

as soon as the feel of life began to get me bored

you didn't so much reinvent the wheel

but give me a hoverboard

it's hip hop on an accordion

tin- pan blues with a heavy base

something that works though at first

you'd have though it was out of place

so how can you expect me to understand

and stand and watch you hold his hand?

I mean,

he does what he can

I do what i will

he says what they say

i say what i feel

he's keeping it real

While I'm trying to live a dream

for years i've been cooking a scheme
and i don't even know what that means
like we're some carbonara dream team
hear what I'm saying I'm not saying it right
hear what I'm saying I'm not saying it right

look,

your relationship with him is respected, really

i really do accept it

I just don't understand why our friendship

has to feel so contraceptive?

as if we're not connected

acting like you never felt it

on that kilburn station underground night

when the rain and light hit your hair just right

and i suppose you've never been able to know

for when we kissed your eyes where closed

but me, i found it too hard to believe

so mine where open

trust me, in that moment, 

time moved in slow motion and

in each raindrop was our reflection

that's why I still have these emotions

two years by and I'm still haunted

by this beautiful past

and it's only when I'm looking back

this new future has hits me too fast

too hard are these two hearts to last

further than.. us? fuck.
hear what I'm saying

I'm not saying it right.

hear what I'm saying I'm not saying it right

Hear what I'm saying I'm not saying it right

It's not about you me or him

it's about the loss of love at first sight

to the same thing

it wasn't about the fame

it was about hitting the stage
and no longer feeling the same old same

I'm not insane for saying this, right?

just understand, i don't need all this

to be up there, i would pause

every applause

and give back every clap

because when with you

I didn't have to act

and i don't even want it back

i know it sounds distorted

to want to go back to when

i wanted to go forward
because what was
still is and that's flawed

and you don't need to know this

but as i go on and ramble
as i always seem to do

i get closer

and i realize, I'm was saying it right.

I just... didn't want to say it.

Showing my age.

some girls move one up and down

It's the best connection to get,

that's why i hate it when we

get moving up and down and she

doesn't look me in the eye.

an all too frequent effect when with

a girl that wants to see someone else

she fucks as a cry for help

it's not that I don't realize this but

I left the game for the same reason

she did not. to love with body parts

so you can silence the cry of a heart

no way will she ever be replaced

her mistakes are expressed on my face

a permanent scowl to remind lovers

we murder all things it's in out nature

staring into the reflection of my river:
My love is the very best.

the best you could find

my love is love refined

my love is love defined

a love that's never been mine

a love that is made only to save

a love that inspires adventure

a love that lets you rest for an age.

and now I say this every week

a pastor to my own sermon i preach

to not be the man who is a leach

so treasure what you got as I'm walking

without. a hand. to hold. and it's winter now

and I'm feeling cold. and i 1ook to the mirror

man I've gotten old.

       I've

            been nineteen for three years now,

Holding out for a woman that is perfection personified

two minutes of time can slide into a canyon of luxury,

bones breaking along the way, re-moulding into

something respectable; presentable.

Lets be bodies not be vegetables.
somebody's not forgettables

hurting many people in my own way.

hurting many people in my own way.

this is what i do now, play the role of a bad guy.

my whole life has been just a shade of grey

in a world where no one's good,

and no one is bad... is that true.

can anybody be-- all of one.

can anyone be all love. no.

only one can see all of love.

Believe in a, Love of you. it would be a

fine thing for sure but no, know

nothing beyond seventeen is pure.

Back from America.

Dressed as a man who's kidding himself

T-shirt at night time

summertimes over

can't sleep so he walks the streets

like a loner

no ones in central london at this hour

but they left the lights on

and he walks till he's tired

a bus stop

drunken couple

he's passed out she's pissed off

so we talk

what else to do

she asks what but I'm waiting for

I say the twenty two

she says she is too

fuck

you think about chatting her up

fingers crossed her boyfriend doesn't wake up