Everything Is Simple - Widowspeak

Everything is simple 'til it’s not

Learned to love the ropes when you were caught

See they could be braided a better way

And sinking into nothing — you learn to stay

Singers tend to hide the truth

Or you hear it, if it speaks to you

But what do you expect, it serves them well

To edit anything that’s fit to tell

I’m no better, and I’m no worse

I’m still around but it’s a curse

And you’ll just do the best you can

And time will call you a good man

And sing your praise, because you would

Sing it yourself because you could

But what do I expect, it serves you well

To edit anything that’s fit to tell

Everything is simple until it’s not

Learned to love the ropes like you were caught

Everything is simple until it’s not

Everything is simple