A Thin Line

I used to trust the edges ’Cause the edges made things clear

If I could give something a name I'd have one less thing

to fear

I liked the answers settled

I liked the questions closed

Never knew the lines I’d drawn Began with the words I chose

There’s a thin line between

Getting it right and getting even Between believing what we see

And seeing what we believe in

There’s a thin line between a point to prove and a point

of view I knew what I saw

Before I saw what I knew

There’s a thin

line

Between the two

I’ve watched words turn into walls Watched difference turn to distance Watched

a question turn to judgment

When it’s asked with conviction Every line gets a little darker

Every time we trace it through

But the weight of repetition

Doesn’t make something true

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe that's the place to start

It shouldn't feel like losing just to question who you are

Cause the hardest thing to do

is cross the line that you drew

Sometimes leaving room for doubt

Makes room for something new

There’s a thin line between Getting it right and getting even

Between believing what we see

And seeing what we believe in

There’s a thin line between a point to prove

and a point of view I knew what I saw

Till I questioned all I knew

There’s a thin line

Between the two

Between the two