Verse 1 Don’t read every “you” one way, don’t wear every word my way, my songs bend when meaning moves, truth got more than one set of shoes. Not every “me” is only mine, not every wound stays one straight line, voice shifts when the feeling does, shape depends on what it was. Pre-Chorus Sometimes one face, sometimes a room, sometimes one hand, sometimes the wound. Sometimes I speak just as I am, sometimes I speak for all I can. Chorus Lay down your fear, listen straight, not every truth arrives one way. I know what I mean, I know what is here, don’t twist the signal— lay down your fear. Verse 2 Some words land soft, some words divide, some truths get split just to survive. I learned to fold what hurt too much, make it small enough to carry rough. Not contradiction. Not disguise. Just what survives when memory hides. Pre-Chorus Sometimes one name, sometimes the crowd, sometimes a whisper, sometimes loud. Sometimes I mean exactly what you hear, sometimes the meaning wears more than one mirror. Chorus Lay down your fear, listen straight, not every truth arrives one way. I know what I mean, I know what is here, don’t twist the signal— lay down your fear. Bridge Do not confuse motion for lies. Do not confuse metaphor for disguise. I know the shape of what I mean. I lived it split. I lived it seen. Final Chorus Lay down your fear, listen straight, not every truth arrives one way. I know what I mean, I know what is here, don’t twist the signal— lay down your fear.
