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.