Immaterial

I’m sick of living like I’m only ever giving so that I can take the praise
I got to speaking to the man at my door about how to change my ways
I found a reason in the seat of my soul but that thing’s seen better days
You’d better put me in my place
To paint beyond the grey

I know I said I’d do this for you
But you and I both know that’s not true
But that won’t make no difference to the shade

When you speak your mind it's like you're dipping your toes in the water
You hold me close as you hold me to reason
And you're coming in slow while you say the things you gotta
Then we'll raise a toast to the things you believe in

When you speak your mind it's like you're in two places at once
You're both where you are and where you wanted to be
You come and you go with your ambitions in tow
All so you can make the most of me