You wrote me notes on paperbags
You strolled the roads as I turned back
Air was calm the sky was black
You wrote a list of things I lack
We've come to realize
We've opened up our eyes

'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting but you're blinded
Oh, oh

Always have to justify how my tongue dances
We're barely getting by on taking chances
And we've come to realize
It's us that we despise

'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I'm a painting but you're blinded 
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

We've come to realize
It's us that we despise