Maybe every word of this will be a lie I'd like to be the me I was with you when I was wrong about you and who I was I haven't changed Faith is an invisible foe This is a window There are some people who should always be high
Maybe not all of this is a lie I used to like birds I haven't changed There are too many songs about sunshine and not enough about books, bells and candles you should stop peeping in windows I used to be birds they told me to write so I wrote until they told me don't
Maybe some of this is true you complain about your gun shy dog as if you are a unicorn I have changed you look familiar and so important but I remember when you were a moth
Maybe every word of this is true Fuck you
Barefoot Iowa 