Из альбома: Trying to Never Catch Up
I wrote this down because I knew I was through and my heart's been tough to beat and it's all making sense. There is no sense in making believe there's something else to be seen. You couldn't make it go away if it was meant to be.
It comes down to a fundamental age-old principle: it should never hurt unless you know. But I'll always see what I always want.
If only I could be doubtless for a while instead of me.
I could never really consider it a problem, nor should I. It's only what you make of it, right? Kind of keeps you focused, kind of helps you see, kind of makes you realize who you want to be.
Such a sensitive child with such fruitless tastes. He'll make it all worthwhile. He'll make the perfect case. What an insensitive smile. What an impermeable face. I'm so easily riled, I could never keep this pace.
I want it to be recognized that I'll never make your scene and this will not be heard until the ground will grow over me.