LUMINAÉ PRESENTS “I Knew What I Said” Lumi Remixed lyrics by Omar Rivera Colon Background Music Remix of “What I was Saying” by Luke Ferrell Remix Produced with Suno AI “What I was Saying” | Luke Ferrell | Original Music All rights to the respective works and contributions remain with their respective rights holders. Wait. That's not what I meant. Well... That's what I said. Different thing. I don't know what I was saying If it's wrong then I was playing Honestly my honesty is up to interpretation It's circulating that I'm bad at communication On occasion conversation starts to feel like tax evasion And I guess that's fine, right? I got a gift for the pivot, a talent for spin, I can lose an argument and somehow still win. Put a joke on the table when the truth walks in, Then act surprised when nobody laughs again. Wait, wait. Let me rephrase. I was tired, bad timing, long day. You heard what you heard, I said what I said, But the version in my head went a different way. See, that's the trick. Move the goalpost, move the blame. Say it wasn't that deep when I know it left a stain. I can tell you what you misunderstood, Can't tell you why I said it. Got a hundred ways to dodge the truth, Not one way to edit it. I don't know what I was saying If it's wrong then I was playing Honestly my honesty is up to interpretation It's circulating that I'm bad at communication On occasion conversation starts to feel like tax evasion And I guess that's fine, right? Objection, correction, selective reflection, I turn every question into cross-examination. Deflection, protection, convenient confession, I say I'm just honest, then dodge the intention. Funny. I can talk for an hour, never say what I feel. Make a lie sound polite, make an insult sound real. Tell somebody "relax" when I'm crossing the line, Then wonder why they're quiet for the rest of the night. I said, "You're too sensitive." That's what my father said. Didn't like it when I heard it. Now it's coming from my head. Wow. I went quiet for a second. First time I heard myself without preparing a defense. I remember that look. You weren't trying to win. You just wanted me to listen. Jesus, I can quote forgiveness like I wrote it in a book. But the hardest kind of mirror is the one I never look. I can tell You that I'm sorry while I'm planning my defense. Want the mercy of the cross without admitting my offense. And I know You see the difference between fear and being wise. I keep calling it protection when it's pride in a disguise. So I'm standing in the kitchen, phone in hand, it's getting late. Type "I'm sorry," then erase it. Then I type it. Then I wait. I don't know what I was saying If it's wrong then I was playing Honestly my honesty is up to interpretation I don't know what I was saying... No. I knew what I was saying. I was hoping you'd let me get away with it. I'm sorry.
