Corrections Part 1 Lyrics

Red marks chase the waves my words could start
In a conversation sea
Wish I'd find some room for me
White shore, past exchanges I'm unsure
My sails filled solely by my need to qualify

Don't listen, just wait 'till take two of my reply
Well, I would rather start over than regret my mistakes and oversight

The world spins, long indifferent to my whims
To stop time at every remark
To spit vitriol and sparks

Don't listen, just wait 'till take two of my reply
And I would rather be silent than wrong
(I've been meaning to try)

Don't listen, just wait 'till take two of my reply
'Cause I would rather start over and get it right this time
The purple ocean balloons before me gleaming in my fear
The stars are marked with others' passage and ways they've made it clear
But I'm no one's disciple, there's a map for every sea
'Till then let my corrections sail me closer to what I mean