Krystee Wylder - Ode to DJ Lyrics

I keep twisting stories in my hands and I keep seeing different angles
Page 1 I am thankful, page 2 I am angry, page 3 I am mangled and oh so tangled
Circumstances never really have to change for my eyes to roll around
I keep skipping stones on surfaces of water but it just appears to be a solid ground

What's underneath all of these words? Seeds are sprouting pushing upward
Responding to what they think they heard
But it was always only echoes in my head
It seems in all these twisted dreams that I am mostly just mislead

I clench my paintbrush contemplating, gotta choose the rhymes and letters
I just have to take all of the pieces and just make them fit together
I treat them oh so often lightly, but I know these words have power
I paint the story so unsightly but it's shifting every hour

What's underneath all of these words? Seeds are sprouting pushing upward
Responding to what they think they heard
But it was always only echoes in my head
It seems in all these twisted dreams that I am mostly just mislead

I know that I can choose control of me and not you
I know there is a way I just so easily stray away