I watch you take your toolbox from the bed of your truck
I watch you searching for something you know’s under the hood
I know you know a thing or two about how everything works
And I wish I had
How I wish I had your certainty
I pick the past apart and somehow always lose my place
I try to piece it back but everytime I do it breaks
I thought I knew a thing or two about how everything works
But I don’t know sh..
No, I don’t know sh..
No, I don’t know sh..
About certainty
About certainty
About certainty
About certainty