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
