You wrote me notes on paper bags
You strolled the roads as I turned back
Air was calm, the sky was black
You wrote a list of things I lack

We come to realize
We've opened up our eyes

'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I am a painting but you're blinded,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Always have to justify how my tongue dances
We're barely getting by on taking chances

And we've come to realize
It's us that we despise

'Cause you're a mountain I can't climb yet
And I am a painting but you're blinded,
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

We've come to realize
It's us that we despise