Never trust your gut
It makes you sick
Never trust your heart, it judges too quick
Never trust your eyes, they only lie
Never trust your brain, its too preoccupied

What can you trust then?
A breeze that seems to point the way?
Or a sign that you think God sent to you in May?

Truth is
I don't know what you can trust
But let it not be this

Because you heart connects to your soul
Your eyes help it see
For it, your brain is a scroll
And your gut stings you like a bee

But you know you love the feeling
Its the feeling of life.
You'll need some healing
But it'll all turn out alright