You Already Are (7-29-2016) [Live in Louisville]

Sometimes the truth don’t come in a pretty melody Sometimes it rains down, like a thunderstorm in July Making you ask, “How close can heaven get?” Sometimes it rains down like a crash symbol under Kevin’s stick Or a nasty strung under James Bone’s pick A pretty note under Jacob Scesne’s lip Or a blues riff, offa Ben’s fingertip Or when Nate plays a funky lick Oh shit Just wanna take this in for a second We weren’t promised this man Wasn’t so long ago I was making beats in mom’s basement Now I’m on the big stage my haters can’t say shit! What’s the difference between knowledge, and wisdom? I looked at the newspaper, filled with the names of crooks, liars, and schemers And five years from now the newspaper will be filled with the names of a new set of crooks, liars, and schemers That’s why after we do the hits I always take the time to put the guitar down Because two hundred years from now the words of this poem will be just as beautiful as they are now Politics is to poetry, as knowledge is to wisdom, that’s the difference And we just want a guy we can memorise A lover who never lies A million likes on Facebook And a neighbourhood that’s been gentrified We’re so busy taking the heart, and wrapping it up in a body that’s beautiful and tanned and perfect And wrapping the tanned body up in clothes that are stylish and expensive And putting the tanned body in stylish clothes inside of a car that makes our neighbour jealous And putting the jealousy breeding car inside of a garage that makes our neighbours more jealous And putting the garage inside of a house that makes our neighbours more jealous That we forget We forget about the little heart That’s inside of the body That’s inside of the clothes That’s inside of the car Inside of the garage Inside of the house How’s your heart feel? Mine’s been hurting lately We’re walking into traffic Playing Pokeman Go! Trying to score We are killing ourselves We would literally rather die than be bored Sometimes the truth don’t come in a pretty melody And sometimes it’s not followed by cheers I live how I want So I wanna live And I give you what you need so in time You want what I give We’re running around tryna get perfect Perfect school, perfect job But it’s not that far The first step to getting perfect Is realising you already are.