These are new days with old stories so let`s wash the same denial
in similar patterns,
because the emotions have become mere background noise.
Please take the apple from your eye.
We`re blinded by desire.
Hey, when were you this tall?
Memory serves us not at all.
To understand me, you`ll have to swallow a world.
Or maybe your words.
Either way we`re up to no good,
rewriting our lives way more than we should,
and only loving each other cause we`ve never been sure that we could.
You can`t control our hearts.
You can`t console a heart that`s impossible to touch and as such
I`ve thrown out regret,
yet may have thought about it a little too much.
You find that setting standards is less like revision and more
like preparation.
So much like what we`ve heard and what we`ve seen.
So far from what we want and what we mean...