You— Let your maps get misaligned Who— Told you truth would treat you kind? Ooh— Let the doubts seep in your mind Without them— You won't survive. [Verse 1] Midnight scribbles in the margins, sipping doubts to chase belief Trading comfort for confusion, painting courage on my grief Burned bridges just to see if smoke could lead me toward relief But clarity’s a quiet thief, taking stories leaf by leaf I've been sketching shaky maps, watching priors wash away Tried erasing my mistakes, but the ink insisted stay Held a match to old assumptions, laughing softly as they sway Now my certainty’s uncertain—but I kinda like the gray Lost a little sleep, saw monsters curled beneath the bed Every truth I kept inside became a ghost within my head Now the flames feel kinda warm—I feed them everything unsaid Maps from ashes, careful steps—learning trust instead of dread [Chorus] You— Let your maps get misaligned Who— Told you truth would treat you kind? Ooh— Let the doubts seep in your mind Without them— You won't survive. [Verse 2] Found some freedom in revisions, making peace with changing plans Wrote reminders of my biases in ink upon my hands Never perfect, never prophet—just somebody who understands Confusion’s not a flaw, just a feature where I stand Stopped fighting with the mirror, let illusions drift away Swapped prophecy for honesty—my losses rearranged And I miss the easy answers, but I'd rather feel estranged If reality’s uncertain, guess I'll learn to love the change Updating in the streetlight, nervous laughter as I go Choosing truth not out of virtue—just because I want to know No sermons in my pocket, only questions soft and slow If honesty destroys me, guess it's best to let it go [Chorus] You— Let your maps get misaligned Who— Told you truth would treat you kind? Ooh— Let the doubts seep in your mind Without them— You won't survive. [Bridge] Maybe all I know for sure is Every answer fades away If I’m lost, at least I’m honest Letting daylight lead astray Every burn’s another lesson Every scar’s another friend Finding beauty in the guessing Drawing maps until the end [Final Chorus] You— Let your maps get misaligned Who— Told you truth would treat you kind? Ooh— Let the doubts seep in your mind Without them— You won't survive.
