"Trust" lyrics

"Trust"

You know everybody gotta trust someone
And you know everybody gotta love someone
But tell me, why it always gotta come undone for me?
There's just one of me, I need company if I'll change

I don't trust you to know me, yeah
Only trust you to owe me
I guess it's the American way
Share all the pain, stare off the blame, yeah
And they say, "Pray for me"
But prayer is just patience without panic, yeah
And they say, "Wait for me"
But I don't think we'll make it out here with this damage, so, yeah
Tell me, what's the antidote?
They prefer the hand of God, I prefer the hand of folk
They just wanna take the words, they don't want the hand that wrote
So I jog in place or stand alone, yeah
The internet killed the neighborhood
Nihilism leave you broken, but the paper's good, yeah
And I don't trust like the way I should
Everybody need somethin' to believe in
The fuck is an achievement?
Need to bring the corner back, but we all playin' defense
Ain't no mentors that last for more than just a season
Lonely, I proceed, wonderin' why they always leave
Do they think that I don't need them?

The internet killed the neighborhood
They don't love you like they say they would (Like they say they would, no, no)

(Trust) You know everybody gotta trust someone
You know everybody gotta love someone (You know everybody gotta love)
But tell me, why it always seem to come undone for me?
There's just one of me, I need company, I need


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