It's The Mess That Feels So Right

Between the lips, the limbs, the locking stares
I'm the memory of your worst nightmares
Fade the images and fall fast asleep
Be sure to make those breaths nice and deep
No one's sure when their end will show
But you're getting dangerously close and you know

You think you know
But you don't
I do
The knowledge is nothing
Without the taste of the pain
So you think you know
But you don't

Well sure, you've got the mind control on some
But the day they all escape will come
Feel free to try and make my day
Though there's not much that you can say
Your creativity is starting to run low
If you truly think about it... think
And you think you know

You think you know
But you don't
I do
The words are nothing
Without the bite of the pain
So you think you know
But you don't

How can you begin to think you know
To live your life the way that you do
When you made the best of your time
Not making the best of anyone's time

You think you know
But you don't
I do
The fire is nothing
Without the feeling of the pain
You think
You think
Why do you think?

You think you know
But you don't
I do
What else can you teach me
Through petty goals and lack of dreams?

You don't know
The phrase that pays
I do

a big thank you to William Beckett. if he hadn't written The Phrase That Pays then this wouldn't be here.