[chorus: scarub]. It's matters of the heart that rip you apart. Then stop you before you even start. To provide the rules of the chart. Hours glasses you each. Hour that passes you by. You wondering why. Why are you even wasting your time. Following whats in between the shoulders. Instead of whats going on in the mind. It's matters of the heart. That keep your eyes open in the dark. Waiting up late for that love one or the wife or husband to come home. When you know they're probably roaming the town. Getting down with some other clown. Screwing around. And when they do you accept their mouth full of excuses. No matter how crazy they sound. It's matters of the heart that keep you high on hoping. Hold you down. [verse 1: scarub]. I've heard it all before. Never no more. Save your breath. No one left. Just waiting for the sun to rise. Don't be surprised when i'm gone. Out the front door no looking back. Truth is what you lack. How you gonna mess around behind my back. And then tell me that i'm wrong. I've heard half of you to break vines. Seen the other side with my own eyes. Didn't want to believe what i saw. It makes no difference if you apologize. The nerve to play me for a follie figure. Extra ounce of melancholy. As if you were to be concerned. The lesson i learn. Is that you gotta be the first to burn. Don't get charredboiledfoileddisgrunted as ash that was once something. You gotta be the first one no matter the person. Rehersing the words when you wake up in the morning. Or taking and heart aching hallucination of that lover by your side. Stop faking yourself taking yourself for a ride. It's suicide or and it's slow and it doesn't soothe whats on the inside. Where the real men hide. Practicality and let their fellings fill them up. But less then their emotions to spoil. Like lotion and body oil. Covering up the fucked that was always there. Becoming open minded. You just may be down with your soul mate but because your behind it. Many times people mistake lust for love. But don't see the truth because they blinded. It's matters of the heart that take up all your time. And you can't rewind it. [chorus]. [verse 2: eligh]. What matters to me the most is like honesty is the best policy. Like policies crack between your mullers. A mess can be made of a situation'. Negativities involved and argument. Between two partys thats escalated in enciroments. Like muscles that pump blood through your entire leg of mind state. Get up and get what makes you content. Sit up straight and admit to the shit. Facts been proven a million to one times. Over make it heated in discussion. When in the function unsoberly. Actively action packed in matters of the heart. Lies in deciete of crutins meeting you in the dark. Florescent letters addressed to you. Wrapped in a sweater colder then sickness. Mold in a pickle to keep the message sour. Competition is not my for te. To me this world is my ash tray. For what matters inside is love and art and happiness. Holding on to the pain drags you down. Weight in the shoulders easy to release. Easy to be deceased by the beast. Talking shit straight to the heart. Causes your chances to increase. Honesty consistentresistent to uglyness. And other kiss designed to sense a weakness. Crushed under the weights of matters of the heart. [chorus]