Lyrics
All my best friends were made through statements of flaw
If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all?
I can blot out a mark or blur how I move
But distance breeds when seeking these solutions
I bind my worth to marking all of my actions
Right or not right -- and I mask half of these
I chase the safety that sorting sometimes can bring
By pushing out friends just trying to see me
I praise the makers whose trades stay disconnected
From filters of fault, and speak a weakness loud
I chase creation, but my head seeks corrections
To shit that I share
It rules what is allowed
But my best friends were found through statements of flaw
If I had seemed well, would I have found them at all?
You can blot out a mark or blur how you move
But distance breeds when seeking these solutions