Lyrics
Midnight in Brentwood, the quiet broke Two bodies cooling under the oak I say I was asleep, I say I never left But the glove don’t fit and the night don’t forget Knife in the dark, a whisper of rage They want a confession, I give ‘em a stage I’m innocent, you hear me? Innocent still The jury believed it, the cameras will But the blood on the gate keeps calling my name And the Bronco keeps driving through the same dark frame I didn’t do it… I didn’t do it… (But something inside me already knew it) Nicole’s last breath, Goldman’s last fight I was home watching football, swear on my life The cuts on my hand? Just a broken glass The DNA’s just science trying to harass I ran from the cops ‘cause the world turned mean Not ‘cause the truth was red on the scene I’m innocent, you hear me? Innocent still The jury believed it, the cameras will But the blood on the gate keeps calling my name And the Bronco keeps driving through the same dark frame I didn’t do it… I didn’t do it… (But something inside me already knew it) They found the knife but they never found me Inside the house where the shadows agree I look in the mirror and practice the line “I was framed, I was framed” until it sounds fine The laughter at night isn’t mine alone It’s the two who can’t speak and the one who still owns I’m innocent, you hear me? Innocent still The jury believed it, the cameras will But the blood on the gate keeps calling my name And the Bronco keeps driving through the same dark frame I didn’t do it… I didn’t do it… (And the night keeps proving I always knew it) If the glove don’t fit… you must acquit. If the truth don’t fit… you live with it.