Jester Songtext
I say one, I say two, I say what?
I say one, I say two, I say what?
I say one, I say two, I say what?
I say what?
I have an angel and a devil on my shoulders
But both of 'em have showed us that all they really want is exposure
I haven't any reason to expect
That either one would be familiar with the feeling of regret
I have respect for constructive criticism
I say one, I say two, I say what?
I say one, I say two, I say what?
I say what?
I have an angel and a devil on my shoulders
But both of 'em have showed us that all they really want is exposure
I haven't any reason to expect
That either one would be familiar with the feeling of regret
I have respect for constructive criticism
But it's difficult to trust your opinion without some juxtaposition
That's why I haven't got a fuck to offer
But if you wanted some sarcastic responses, I've got ya
I have ambitions and potential
But never considered my reflection to be so special
I haven't figured out what successful means
But I'll do anything to be so fresh and so clean, clean
I have to bring a shovel and a submarine
To navigate what's underneath the trouble and the suffering
I haven't made peace with the trauma and grief
But I'ma get right on it later on this week
You know I have a limitation to my patience
Ain't tryna waste it on some sideways communications
I haven't had the time to stop for breaks
Ever since lockdown, I've been tryin' to rob this bank
I have absolute gratitude for who marked
This loose gravel path made of failures and bruised hearts
I haven't used the truth as a sword
Since the last snake, I had to separate from the fork
You know I have to take a taste of every donut I make
Pretendin' that I reinvented the shape
But I haven't had the bandwidth to analyze the adjectives
I didn't come to poke holes in your magic tricks
I have jokes just to pacify the pressure
That's how I'm still smilin' even though my chest hurts
I haven't stopped tryin' to entertain and impress her
Forever, I'ma probably identify as the jester
In the days of Y's and X's, I was wreckless
Drank my dinner and ate pie for breakfast
That's why I haven't got a fuck to offer
But if you wanted some sarcastic responses, I've got ya
I have ambitions and potential
But never considered my reflection to be so special
I haven't figured out what successful means
But I'll do anything to be so fresh and so clean, clean
I have to bring a shovel and a submarine
To navigate what's underneath the trouble and the suffering
I haven't made peace with the trauma and grief
But I'ma get right on it later on this week
You know I have a limitation to my patience
Ain't tryna waste it on some sideways communications
I haven't had the time to stop for breaks
Ever since lockdown, I've been tryin' to rob this bank
I have absolute gratitude for who marked
This loose gravel path made of failures and bruised hearts
I haven't used the truth as a sword
Since the last snake, I had to separate from the fork
You know I have to take a taste of every donut I make
Pretendin' that I reinvented the shape
But I haven't had the bandwidth to analyze the adjectives
I didn't come to poke holes in your magic tricks
I have jokes just to pacify the pressure
That's how I'm still smilin' even though my chest hurts
I haven't stopped tryin' to entertain and impress her
Forever, I'ma probably identify as the jester
In the days of Y's and X's, I was wreckless
Drank my dinner and ate pie for breakfast
