Written by Brian Vander Ark
Among the crumpled tissues white like daisies fell like soldiers dead determined
I surrender
CD cases broken in a desperate chance to find the perfect ballad
To move you
Fight with little purpose
Only meaning to scratch the surface
It`s not pretty underneath
There among debris find casual in casualty
It`s not pretty underneath
A bottle meant for two a glass that`s full of legs but free of any fingerprints
From you
A neighbor one time pounding on the wall now lulled to sleep by lowered voices
Is waking
Fight with little purpose
Only meaning to scratch the surface
It`s not pretty underneath
There among debris find casual in casualty
It`s not pretty underneath
My eyes are on your hands I`m helpless when I`m looking at you
Be very very careful not to
Crack the seals of last year`s arguments they don`t hold a candle to the one
This year
A disagreement used to be a speed bump on a highway going eighty
Fight with little purpose...