Текст песни Clutter. - Five & DJ.Fresh

Maybe all the things you said about me were true
Or maybe you projected shit you hate about you
Perhaps we only fought because there was something to lose
But we could never talk this out, too busy singing the blues
There you go again switching up those moods
While I'm dying on this hill catching up with old news
You were scratching the itch, trying to reopen closed wounds
I was sizing up opps, didn't see goalposts move
But who really needs a muse, ain't that struggle enough
Another tricky situation, am I in trouble or love
Stick my shovel in the mud and work up out of this hole
Keep running late trying to make up for the time that you stole
See first you lost control and next comes the respect
Yeah, you've got all that charisma, but you're lacking finesse
Your lip service ain't perfect, it be average at best
But we all got limitations that we have to accept

Got a clock on my wall with the incorrect time
A stack of books I need to read but I still haven't tried
Loose papers laying round that I'll never organize
And a closet full of band tees in the wrong size
I got people that I love but never see my face
And others I don't like yet I deal with every day
I had a box full of records it seems I misplaced
Now I got a new excuse when you ask why I'm awake

Maybe every shakey bridge I build is meant to burn
And all the delicate things I touch are bound to break
It feels like every word I say is out of turn
But I won't let y'all asses lie right to my face
I keep on swearing on day you're gonna learn
But I'm still searching for the words that it takes
For you to look me in the eye and not squirm
And finally fess the fuck up to your mistakes
Why should I waste another second on this fight
When the reasons are vague and I stopped caring who was right
You preach discourse by day, but lace your boots by night
You will always have your way or get to shooting on sight
Out of room to be kind now I have to be free
Either way will be painful, just a matter of degree
Up furiously scribbling trying to capture what I see
Heavy head, blurred vision, chalk it up to lack of sleep

Got a clock on my wall with the incorrect time
A stack of books I need to read but I still haven't tried
Loose papers laying round that I'll never organize
And a closet full of band tees in the wrong size
I got people that I love but never see my face
And others I don't like yet I deal with every day
I had a box full of records it seems I misplaced
Now I got a new excuse when you ask why I'm awake

I presume the progress that I've made is incremental
And any fortune good or bad was incidental
My work ethic is rather inconsequential
And opportunities I've got are merely temporal
I hate riddles, you're full of dirty little secrets
So you assume this all happens for a reason
And each coincidence must hold a deeper meaning
But the more you repeat it, the less you believe it
At least we're in agreement when it comes to the result
But is it really an achievement if you win it by default
Better watch who insult before them curses turn to daggers
They could very well draw laughter
Not the blood and tears you're after
Motivate some stubborn bastard
To go and cut a record
You may have got the first laugh, but the last one feels much better
Do these smiles come from pleasure
Or anxiety under pressure
Or maybe its just funny how it all came together

Got a clock on my wall with the incorrect time
A stack of books I need to read but I still haven't tried
Loose papers laying round that I'll never organize
And a closet full of band tees in the wrong size
I got people that I love but never see my face
And others I don't like yet I deal with every day
I had a box full of records it seems I misplaced
Now I got a new excuse when you ask why I'm awake