Simple as it is, will I take care of
Cure strange demands, lack of courage
Tight-legged thoughts, misplaced sense of freedom
Lost hours, lost chances, will I show you what I really am?
The sting comes up, another drink pours out
Goodwill is gold, maybe just in your hands
This treasure's so free, I still ride with my windows
I wish I could get more, still wondering how to
To do it, now that I know
There are a few things I won't forget about myself
Now that I know, will I show you what I really am?
The hashtron of you speaking on my tape
Keeps me coming back on a few things you said
I walk past your door, past a sea of regret
I see empty shades around this room you just left
And the sting comes up, another drink pours out
I'm bound to the end, we couldn't get out
This treasure's so free, I still ride with my windows
I wish I could get more, still wondering how to
To do it, now that I know
There are a few things I won't forget about myself
Now that I know
Will I show you what I really am?
Will I show you what I really am?
Will I show you what I really am?