John Reuben I Pictured It Lyrics

I Pictured It Lyrics

You ever felt somethin' you couldn't explain? 
No definition, no name.

Just a feeling. 
No definition, no name.

I looked at her, she
looked back at me.
Her face looked different, I said,
I looked at her,
she looked back at me.
Her face looked different, than I, than I... 
I
looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I
pictured...hold up.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face
looked different than I pictured it.

And then there was me:
Analyzing
life more than I was living.
Anything possible good,
I destroyed before
the chance was ever given.

See, if I never have anything, 
I'll never
have to lose anything; 
but then again if I never had anything worth losing

I guess I lost everything.

Either way, you could say, 
Pain will
become a result from both,
So actually I'm giving in to the very thing that
I fear the most: 
Losing it all, 
Everything,
Completely unaware,

That a fear of failure was the one thing that was taking me
there.

Fear of life, 
Fear of love, 
Fear of man, 
Failure to
relate
How I and God, and His voice to me
Would even begin to translate.


So I wait 
To escape
This condition of rationalizing my own
destruction. 
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my
discussion. 

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked
different than I pictured it. 
I looked at her, she looked back at
me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked at her, she
looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it.
I looked
at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured
it.
I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different
than I pictured it.

You ever felt something you couldn't explain?
No
definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

Check
this out yall-

She's an artist, all right, 
Capable of some of the
most abstract stuff imaginable,
And it's made personal for me.
You see,
she uses my mind as the canvas 
To create her manipulated perspectives on
life, 
So I'm the only one that can even see what I see, ha. 

Until
the art hits the heart, 
And begins to take an outward expression,
Kind
of like an involuntary confession of the soul and who's in control.
And how
many minds have been painted
By the hands of crafty irrationality,
And
have different paintings of reality 
Hanging on the walls in a fictional
gallery? 

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked
different than I pictured it. 
I looked at her, she looked back at
me.
All right, I say- I say now, hold up, hold it up.
I looked at her,
she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it. 
I
looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked different than I
pictured it. 

You ever felt something you couldn't explain? 
No
definition, no name. 
Just a feeling. 
No definition, no name.
I
looked at her, she looked back at me.
I looked at her, she looked back at
me.

Actions speak louder than words and I've come to find, 
That I've
been building on a design that could only be found in my mind.
Blind to the
force behind what caused my accuracy to be tainted,
'Cause my mind was smart
enough to manipulate itself, 
But not smart enough to figure out it was being
manipulated. 

I looked at her, she looked back at me.
Her face looked
different than I pictured it. 
I looked at her, she looked back at
me.
Her face looked different than I pictured it. 
I looked at her, she
looked back at me.
Things looked different than I pictured it. 
I looked
at her, she looked back at me.
Things looked different than I pictured it.


Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than someone
pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than someone pictured it,
Than
someone pictured it,
(I looked at her, she looked back at me)
Than
someone pictured it!
Than someone pictured it.

You ever felt
somethin' you couldn't explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a
feeling.
No definition, no name.

You ever felt somethin' you couldn't
explain?
No definition, no name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no
name.

There are things I can't explain!
No definition, no
name.
Just a feeling.
No definition, no name.

You ever felt
something you couldn't explain?!
No definition, no name!
Just a
feeling!
No definition! No name!