Released: June 16, 2015

Songwriter: Stephan Jenkins

Producer: Stephan Jenkins

If I tell you what I really want, you just say shut up
You don't really want to hear it, no
I try to be resolute, you reduce it down to cute
I tell you you're a coward, you say I'm a prostitute
When the mascara's dried
I know you've got something to hide

Can't you just say it, say it, say it, say it one time
Speak your mind, ooh
Say it, say it, say it, always show up with someone else
What's it like when you're yourself?

I'll tell you what I want, but I keep it kind of cryptic
I'm a zoetrope cipher on the tip of a triptych
Tell you what you want
Tell you what I need, but I'll hate you if you miss it
I'd like to take a stranger’s face in my hands and kiss the taste of nowhere to hide
Yeah, the taste of nowhere to hide

I want you to say it, say it, say it, say it one time
Speak your mind, ooh
Say it, say it, say it, here comes the breakdown
What's it like when there's no one else?

Say it, say it, say it, what's going on here
I swear you'll disappear if you don't
Say it, say it, say it, take it down now to the car
We'll speak no more

You're just a cheap lout
You're just an escape route
But you know, you know, you know
It makes me try again

What's the matter with you?
Or the tunes you wanna do you won't let anyone get near
Is it the critics you fear?
Blast them all and cut off your ear and keep it all in your head
A requiem when you're dead that no one else can hear
Nothing you write will ever match this
You should go back to that actress
Or the days when you lived on a mattress, when everything was new
So live inside a curse, or make a gift to the universe and let it go
I miss seeing you at the show

Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)
Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)
Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)
Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)

Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)
Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)
Say what you mean
(Say it, say it, say it)

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck