Screaming, "The fuck are you tryna say?"
My frustration settles, I let it lay
I'm getting dizzy from this confusion
And once I'm sure, I'm sure they're illusions
Which answer's wrong, and which one's right?
I hate that I can never just read the signs
Beautiful, but inside, it's another story
Well, that's what I think, but in all your glory
You make it so hard to understand
The meaning of silence, so I take your hand
That might not be what the signs are saying
But I'm hoping, pleading, kneeling, praying
I don't know if it's right or not
I guess, in love, I'm illiterate