We had written
We would sit down and start again
From the beginning
It was finally time to stop whining
And start doing anything, something
To make them believe we were living
And we kept on bleeding
Long after the signatures dried on the paper
I stole from Melissa's Macbeth
And oh how I needed so much to believe in it
Isn't it sick how I thought that I knew you to death?
How romantic
Ushering in the new year
With our childish antics
And now soon after
The gullible glimmer of hope
Turned to sarcastic laughter
And we were intelligent people with eyes in our heads
It's astonishing, is it?
I thought you were just plaing shy
Oh, quiet kind of guy
With with abandonment waiting behind every corner
A delicate sort of a loner
How lonely was I?
There is still time
We could still try
It's very difficult
When no one's there to catch you in the rye
You kept saying that the blackout were godsend
At least it made living worth hating
You kept taking the bad with the worst
Like some curse that your mother was making
Oh and isn't it funny years later?
We'd look at it broken and shaking our heads laughing
If we had known back then what trouble it would bring
To actually want to create something beautiful
Now we've turned into those pitiful people
Too scared to touch
And drinking way too much
Oh, it's typical isn't it?
Say it, you cynically asked for it
Didn't we ask for it?
Didn't we want to be lesser and lesser
And covered and down with it
Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it, no
There is still time
We could still try
But it's very difficult
When no one's there to catch you in the rye
