| Now I’m just a part of it | 
| That was then and this is the start of it | 
| And my mind is the heart of it | 
| Pushing airwaves in your face since the eighth grade | 
| You should think with your mind a bit | 
| To resolve what your brain resists | 
| Using words that you frame to depict | 
| The truth and lies on the airwaves | 
| All I really want from you | 
| Is a little bit of truth | 
| I calculated every move | 
| I love the idea of you | 
| It’s the little things you do | 
| I’m calculating every move | 
| Trying to get to you | 
| Now I’m still the ace in this | 
| Deck of cards that you can’t resist | 
| Play your hand in this game a bit | 
| Folding face down on your face flat every day | 
| You should walk on the line a bit | 
| To forget what your mind insists | 
| Using lines that don’t rhyme, instead | 
| Find truth that hides on the airwaves | 
| All I really want from you | 
| Is a little bit of truth | 
| I calculated every move | 
| I love the idea of you | 
| It’s the little things you do | 
| I’m calculating every move | 
| Trying to get to you | 
| Except when it’s not you | 
| And I’m seeing straight you | 
| The mood is all blueprints in my eyes | 
| While I’m staring at the skies | 
| I hardly even see we | 
| Even though you used to be what could complete me | 
| With all of these obscenities | 
| I’ve gotta leave the scenery to focus on a new me | 
| Talk all this talk about futures and destinies | 
| But I know how you’ll be, you’ll never Rest In Peace | 
| Another life maybe see you in Hell | 
| Prolly another chapter I’ll tear out and burn the key | 
| Warm in this cold bloody murder of my feelings | 
| I’m not the enemy that you pretend I be | 
| Still at my funeral you’ll read my eulogy | 
| Not every fairy tale ends without Prince Charming | 
| You will lose | 
| All I really want from you | 
| Is a little bit of truth | 
| I calculated every move | 
| I love the idea of you | 
| It’s the little things you do | 
| I’m calculating every move | 
| Trying to get to you |