Figure It Out

When we speak my speech is laced with frustration I feel like we're having two different conversations I say I wanna be with you until the end And you say I would make a really nice friend Well, I ain't trying to be rude, so don't slam the door I got a phone full of friends, I don't need one more It's like I got a spike in my throat, woman you're hurting me I'm feeling like a sucker airing out my insecurity And I don't think you know I feel this way Because I'd rather stay silent than reveal the pain But I knew I wanted you from my very first glimpse Damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp Cuz then I would open up my chest, lay my heart up on the table And let you see the way I feel for you is not a fable I could touch a thousand lovers, your embrace would still haunt me I'm playing cheap tricks cuz I want you to want me Five people wrapped up in one person Or maybe one person strewn about five people I haven't figured it out yet No, I haven't figured it out yet The woman I love is five people wrapped up in one person Or maybe one person spread amongst five people I haven't figured it out yet Well, I better figure it out quick Apollonia moves like she's the cock of the walk You better say your piece fast, she's not stopping to talk She wants to be real so bad that she can taste it But she does is surround herself with fakeness The one that I touch that I'll never forget But now she acts like we never met On some next morning bump, you're madness She continues to contribute to my sadness She's the breaker of dreams, the maker of derivative scenes A real winner if you know what I mean A load of women at my shows, I'm ignoring them all I keep my eyes on your vise, you're the belle of the ball You know that you are, so you pay me no mind But keep on digging for a treasure that you never will find In the end you're going to wind up a lump of coal While you ignore the diamond that was bearing its soul Five people wrapped up in one person Or maybe one person strewn about five people I haven't figured it out yet No, I haven't figured it out yet The woman of my life is five people wrapped up in one person Or maybe one person spread amongst five people She hasn't figured it out yet She better figure it out quick This woman got a lot of problems, she's also got solutions A little bit of soul, and a lot of revolution A dark eyed gaze that'll stop your heart And a smile so eletric it'll make it start She plays her cards close to the chest, she's not showing She's a poet and she doesn't even know it Pushing all my buttons cuz she knows what moves me And ain't afraid of nothing cuz she knows she's groovy Talking that hip hop punk rock jargon And moving around like she's some sort of artist I wanna step to her but I don't know how start it I'm practicing my excuse me's and beg your pardon's I look into her eyes I'm feeling so invited She wants me to grab the wheel but I don't even got my license And quite frankly I'm a little intimidated To drive this fine piece of machinery I might fuck around and crash into a tree Cause a ten car pile up or some shit Five people, one person One person, five people Figure it out Figure it out Five people, one person One person, five people Figure it out Figure it out