The Full Picture - Wax

A song travels further than the singer who sang it

The sound of a church bell’s not intended

For the ears of the person who rang it

Gosh dang it, you don’t see the full picture while you hang it

A song travels further than the singer who sang it

The sound of a church bell’s not intended

For the ears of the person who rang it

Gosh dang it, the art hits you different depending on how you frame it, uh

This one life doesn’t come with a damn manual

We don’t write about the plight of every sand granule

It just kinda goes where the water takes it

New life like when the water breaks

When a mother makes it, and out slides something sacred

Helpless and naked, they’d be nothing without the love that made it

We’re cut from a soft cloth

And from a long list you could get crossed off shortly

Lots of luck required to survive

Love’s a luxury so we’re lucky to be alive

We arrive in this world like we woke up after we were dreaming

Steady searching for a deeper meaning

But it’s not what it is, it’s how you interpret

They say it’s good luck when you get struck by bird shit

I’ve heard infinite phrases like those uttered

Glasses both half full and rose-colored

So flustered I’ve lustered many a good old-fashioned cuss words

Speech drunk and plus slurred, just err preferred now

It’s absurd how we make ourselves miserable

Drag our lives down from dismal to abysmal

It’s pitiful, I’m tryna change while I still can

Live the rest of my life happy and fulfilled, man

Come from different angles like a miter saw

Toughness can come from the fighter’s fist or from the fighter’s jaw

Writer’s block doesn’t lead to a writer’s fall

It just takes you down a path you ain’t never saw

Working harder by putting in no effort at all

I set if off, every thought in my beck and call

I hit a bullseye without a target involved

Reigns like the feather color palette of the scarlet macaw

Higher the climb, the taller the fall

If you see me at the bottom, I’m probably covered in salt

And mud and blood, I free solo and fall often

You don’t have to be the freaking offspring of Lori Loughlin to get that upper

echelon knowledge

The highest education is raw and unpolished

Walls made and demolished, laws made and abolished

All things made by man are from the hand of a novice

We are very not easily astonished, it must baffle God

Or aliens or whoever must think it’s rather odd

How we’re always looking down and never looking up

How we think what we’ve been given isn’t good enough

Just one life given to us

But through it, all we want to do is rush

A song travels further than the singer who sang it

The sound of a church bell’s not intended

For the ears of the person who rang it

Gosh dang it, you don’t see the full picture while you hang it

A song travels further than the singer who sang it

The sound of a church bell’s not intended

For the ears of the person who rang it

Gosh dang it, that art hits you different depending on how you frame it