Tekster: Treaty Of Paris. Behind Our Calm Demeanors. Here Goes Nothing.

Everybody, testing 1,2,3
Everybody, here goes nothing

This pen can write the words
As fast as I can think them up
In state of half awake, I fill the page With all my frantic thoughts
I hope one day
U'll give to me
What I don't have the guts to say.
I hang on words translated in normal conversation

So everybody, testing 1 2 3
I know ur listening so I hope I don't mess this up

This verse was the first I wrote wen I didn't know what to say to u
Now my hand is cramping up cuz Wen im here im not afraid to write down the words
That are here right now
I sing them loud shut them out
Hello, i'ts me can i have ur attention please!

Everybody, testing 1 2 3
I know ur listening so I hope I don't mess this up
Everybody, here goes nothing
I know ur listening so I'll keep my fingers crossed

yea oh oh oh oh oh oh
I know ur probably not impressed oh oh oh oh oh oh
I know it sounded better in my head oh oh oh oh oh oh
But if i dont get this out u'll never hear it
How it goes

Everybody, listen closely
To the words I say can I please have ur attention now
Everybody, testing 1 2 3
I know ur listening so I hope I don't mess this up
Everybody, here goes nothing
I know ur listening
So I'll keep my fingers crossed

(Thanks to Mariah for these lyrics)