allow some time for your eyes to adjust to the light,
i know it's been a while but will you give me a sign when you're starting to feel alive?
i can see how we got here but that's a different story altogether and looking back is getting us nowhere but denial isn't any better.
you pass yourself on the way back trying to keep up but the circles you've been running in have become a clusterfuck.
you say you're looking for an exit but until then you'll continue to conceal yourself in layers of armour like every day is a battlefield.
why so serious? suspend your disbelief,
you owe it to yourself to have a little faith in me.
this is an intervention, in memory,
a monument to all those that contest convention and reject it with due respect.
we hold out hope for a better hand and make the most of what we have and in the meantime, to get by, we create an escape to occupy us
let's waste some time and have some fun if it kills us
and if it breaks our hearts at least there was love in the process
and in the time it takes to make a mistake you get a feeling that you can't shake
break our hearts at least there was love in the process
one of these days we might be saved on the strength of a promise we never even made on a clumsy catapult that was only good for a warning shot
that hurled through the heavens to ground our doubt
bound to the momentum we're bound to find out
but i can't shake the feeling the cracks you're concealing would heal if you'd only allow them
with no general direction you stick to one spot
restrict your volition in case you get caught wishing decisions were written,
instructions from loved ones who have your best interests at heart
one of these days we might be saved on the strength of a promise we never even made on a clumsy catapult that was only good for a warning shot
in the time it takes to forgive a mistake you get a feeling there's a feeling that you can't shake