my thoughts are commodities

my lies are me

my price is a compromise

my pay is peace

and words just make it worse

they're misunderstood

see just like there

if you can't spell it out

if it's just understood

then you think it isn't there I make my mind up

convince my brain

I lie on accident

trying to explain

but all the things that I was told

all the people that told me

how can I not believe in things that

everyone else sees