I'll make this mess just to clean it up
Spill over heads with the second cup
I never looked for tidy or wanted to finish it up
I've heard the warning and it isn't enough
I find purpose in losing ground
You can call me human and remake the sound
I'll take the sweetness you won't stomach and salt the veins
Let the thought of it spill again just to carry the stain
I'll overstate the damage and come clean again
I find purpose in losing ground
You can call me human and remake the sound
I'm telling in freedom and yelling about what I found
It's telling that makes me, that is selling the sound
It's not that I'm different, yes I am the same
With trouble seeing past what you'd expect me to see
It's not that I'm different yes I am the same
With trouble learning beyond what it means to me
I find purpose in losing ground
You can call me human and remake the sound
I'm telling in freedom, yelling about what I found
It's telling that makes me, that is selling the sound
It's not that I'm different, yes I am the same
Call me human, blame me again
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