Truth

Can I look you in the eye No carpentry or weld My knuckles white and clutching tight To hold what I once held There's only you and me now And a thousand other souls His and her and philosophies On thought must I be sold? Are you in my reasoning Or cursing of the tongue? All the time I know you there But half the time I don't Weigh my doubt of you alone The statement bleeds with red But I can't knit into your cloth Without fabricating thread I am the potter You are the clay You're predicating That I'm in your way I am the potter You are the clay You want your answers I'd rather wait Oh I'd rather wait I'd rather wait Am I in your way? I am the potter You are the clay You want your answers I'd rather wait I am the potter You are the clay You want your answers Am I in your way? Am I in your way? You think you know me And I bear your name