Fourteen.Maybe just as a part-time, she thinks
She meanders through life and thoughts full-time
How can less be more important than more?
Lies and deceit, jealousy and betrayal, my life and stupid
Common combinations, what else can be done.
This part-time requires two-part harmony
which cannot be done with one.
What's done is done, the change won't come
if you try too hard. If you try at all.
The smoke covers up problems and hurt but doesn't
get rid of it. No substance can.
What is the point of love if it is the
most beautiful of dreams but
the worst of nightmares?
What's with all this wordplay and constant change of subject?
The secret is out for one but not another
New faces, new places, new smiles, new lovers.
Cover up the shame with the sound of silence.
No fears in the act of drunken violence.
Hide the tears with overused and abused excuses
words words words words words words words
Taken aback by such a deal
Frustrated with lack of communication and
show off for no one.Dress up so pretty pretty
just to be knocked down.
Makeup your face but can't
make up your mind.
Fall down again and I keep wondering,
"You'd think I'd learn all of these years
"Good things don't last forever."
Lyrics are funny in a non-comedic
sort of way.
Such a mess
You think that you want but you know
that you shouldn't, no
way can you achieve something.
"Nothing is out of your reach,"
Bullshit they spoonfeed you as a child.
"Nothing is impossible,"
Bullshint they put in your bottle.
Keep your arms steady for the time,
Eyes darting across the dancefloor
Wallflowers happy, happier than
the smiling kids in the middle of the gym.
Happiness is a flaw, because it's a lie.
"A half truth is a whole lie,"
Thinking too hard should be a sin
Killing yourself is never an option
So what, maybe you gave in
to temptation; "stupid is as stupid does."
And just like him, we don't know any better
We can't act or feel or decide or react any
Subordinate Clause--It's hard to not think of someone while you lie in a bed every night in which you've lied with that person, and it's crazy how things work out, because you'd think that maybe luck would finally want to be nice and be on your side, but of course you realize that's not the case because that's never the case, it's all too familiar and you wonder why you'd think otherwise-- as if anything would ever change-- because everything will remain the same in this life and that is a stupid stupid fact for stupid stupid people who think they're everything but everyone else knows they're not, and I still can't sleep because I'm lying in bed trying not to think about him, trying not to think about him, rewriting sentences because my focus is on him, trying not to think about him, but it's so tremendously difficult when he's held me before in this bed and he made me happy and we cuddled and held hands in the dark-- we were one with the dark-- and I'm still thinking of how I can't sleep because it's har