Truthful from Quotidian Dream by Sam Tudor

There’s curtains on the window / and chairs to block the door
I keep myself a secret / while dancing on the floor
I call I higher power but I cannot connect
I call a higher power but only call collect

I’m trying to be truthful, I am I am I am I am
I’m trying to be truthful, I am I am I am
I don't want to be useful, I can't I can't I can't I can't
I’m trying to be truthful, I am I am I am

The gold that I would paint with is washing off my hands
I write about the beaches but never see the sand
And all the time a filter is wrapped around my head
It bends the words you’re saying and all the words I said

First people say it in writing
Then people say that it’s wrong
Don’t know what I’ve been inviting
Into my songs

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