Jan 14, 2005 01:02
"We Are The Victims"
Picket fence pickpockets
The american dream through
Shattered glass
When we look in the mirror
And the reflection could be
So much clearer
Clearly
What the hell were we thinking?
The heart
Helps complicate
The picture perfect life
We try so hard to make
And i cant help it if my heart
Isnt always in the right place
What the hell were we thinking?
The way you look at me
The way i look back at you
I guess that perpetuates the ruse
We fool ourselves
With fools gold around our fingers
And diamonds that shine only to oblige
Our denial
Smeared blood painted walls
To remind us our dream came true
A little too fast
When we look in the mirror
In the morning before work
Its much clearer
Clearly
This case will end up in court
The mind
Make believes
Manipulates reality
This love
Its no cup of tea
We fool ourselves
With fools gold around our fingers
And diamonds that shine only to oblige
Our denial
Do you want to give up
What has already given up on us?
Or keep it going on locomotive lust?
In love its true
Who can you trust?
What the hell were we thinking?