I am too practiced in deceiving myself and the others
Convinced all my words
Are untrue, broken, damaged
Dictate our worth
Finding value in hurt
Imperfect
I am not buying what you're selling
If the product is us
The product was us
The product was always us
Oh, precious commodity
Oh, gentle night
The product was always us
What's worse?
The unknowing?
Sing it again
What's worse?
The chosen blind eye?
What's worse?
I am too practiced in deceiving myself and the others
Birthing a new song from dry cracked lips
Harsh and true
Light and blue
Somber mood
Sing it again
The product is us
The product was always us
How many times is appropriate
To visit the past?
We're all held accountable to ourselves
We're all irresponsible in ourselves
How do we determine change?
And how do we keep it when we get and not let it leave us?
You haven't sold me yet