Picker of His Words Lyrics

(One, two, three, four)I still need to go
I don't wanna feel slow
I don't need to learn what's all known
I don't know if you're right
I might be too tight
I don't wanna shred my words tonightI bet that's what you say to those new girls, you've been showing off
I bet that's how you flash lights when I've been hiding in the darkFrom me, from me, from me
From me, from me, from meAwfully late for the race
Delicate to the trace
I'm feeling too tired to run your pace
I don't know if you're all
Quit takin' your calls
I can't tell if I'm falling or not
I bet you just walk on coals once they've already cooled off
I bet you just come act strong when I'm starting to break downTo me to me to me
To me to me to me(Oh, oh, oh)
Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words
(Oh, oh, oh)

A liar, well hire he climbs up to his throne
(Oh, oh, oh)
An ink pen a tablet, he likes the so absurd
(Oh, oh, oh)
Oh master, a sinner, a picker of his words
(Oh, oh, oh)I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway
He tells me what to say and calls it my way
Oh it's everyday it's every night and everyway
He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day
I know what to say he tells me, tells me anyway
He tells me what to say and calls it my way
Oh it's everyday it's every night and everyway
He tells me tells me what to say and calls it my day