We tired and we tried
And we tried some more
And then comes the moment
When you have to say no more
Cause you can’t force-feed happiness
Down the throats of those who don’t really want it
And you can’t keep the sadness
From ever being ignored
I don’t like when we both get so shortsighted
And miserable
Cause between the both of us
There’s only room for one of us
To crawl
And I don’t like the person I turn into
When I am next to you
I need time to breathe and ease
And rearrange rethink it all
So tell me who will stand last and who will run?
It’s just a little cut
Nothing we can’t stitch that we can’t fix
It’s just a little bump, a little glitch
I don’t like when our sight get’s so obscured
Is it that our eyes are bad
Or is it fog between our souls?
Funny how proportions tends to get so
Out of size
When you sharpen out your knives
It’s hard to see the bigger picture
When you never press the closed captions button
To live your life
So tell me…
