[Verse 1: Sans]

Not trying to impress, I’m trying to relate

To be honest, there’s not a lot on my plate

Less busy than I appear, spend most time plotting

People seem unapproachable until you watch them

Up around seven, read for three hours

Then have breakfast, drink coffee, and shower

Teach until the evening, maybe catch music

But most nights come home, sit alone brooding

Is that impressive?

Seems like a blessing

Is that impressive?

Still seems like a blessing

[Verse 2: Sans]

I been in love a few times, sorry if you’re listening

Probably mad that I’m more honest on a beat than when we’re intimate

It’s not that I don’t care

It’s that so often my thoughts take me away and I’m not there

That’s not fair

Insert cliche here bout love and war

We need a better metaphor cause war requires dying

Tired of trying and failing

Ships weren’t made for harbor, this body was made for sailing

That’s not an excuse, it’s a reason

I am the only cause of my heart’s treason

Sometimes I wish I could stay

And then inspiration comes and it takes me away

That’s not an excuse, it’s an explanation

This tug of war ‘tween impulse and patience

The rope is my soul, strain at both ends

While watching partners become my old friends

[Verse 3: Sans]

I been in love a few times, still don’t know what love is

Is it thought? Action? Ritual passion?

I don’t know what time is

If our memories fade, then did we really find bliss

Or was it illusion, sometimes I can’t remember your smile

And it hurts me to lose it

Need a better metaphor than a boat at sea

Cause there’s no love near when I’m floating free