C. Purpose

Lyrics for C. Purpose

I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you Odd mannerisms strictly cultured With a compilation contorted jigsaw puzzle These shoes are made to tiptoe through and leave a mark This is the starting point for all my future works Before tea puddle I was a bead of inspiration Now I am an iceberg slim human piano flesh orchestra Playing myself for all my favorite enemies Everything comes down to your miniscule amounts Take the time to be your better parts I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you That voice, that voice is my constant awakening On the hour, every hour I spring to a 90 degree angle In a cold sweat returning to that not-so-comfortable self-esteem It's next to nothing, nonexistent Security tugs at my soul and makes me think more about my self-worth I splash water on my face to try and wash away my disconnections This infection is killing me slowly Slip back into slumber only to hear it once again I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you Awoken to self, choking on a bad dream No vaccine but to stare and breathe the air Vision, the pattern, the lizard of my woes And I suppose the first reaction to the thirst for answers Lanterns and lightbulbs Cycles to cover the odors of lost lovers Aromas hang loose like the coma induced Produced seduction and found my true function I tippy-toe across your dream each night So as not to wake you Multiple personalities, a four-headed beast Caught in between, breathe breathe and release As lost as your cause, walking through water and walls Until we crash and dissolve, we ponder our thoughts It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time It ain't all time, it's confusion and a waste of love It ain't all waste, it's confusion and some time to love It ain't all confusion, it's love and some time to waste It ain't all that, it's all of the above So, stare into this and you are And you wonder from the shores how deep the puddle is Wet feet