perspective was supposed to be the last song for the palomino, but having watched some of the grammies last night, taylor swift's performance incited this. (i know, blame it on the muse lol)
Lyrics
picking up my dead scene scrolls
words long written there
even then, like i have always known
you never ever cared
not your fault, and never was
you were never in my range
time has left me cold and lost
drifting in the same
picking up my old guitar
the frets with their deep, deep grooves
holding on too tightly scars
something i must do
looking at the yellowed sheets
where the ink has long since faded
translating what the words might mean
if i wasn't so cold and jaded
who am i to write of love
who am i to write of you
who am i to write such songs
when i'm confusing her with you
picking up the paper thrown
into the trash again
words my mind has disowned
they used to be my friends
i might never let you go
but she's helping me with that
and its funny, you must know,
there's time enough for sad
who am i to write of love
who am i to write of her
who am i to write such songs
when i'm confusing you with her
