keep revising, nothing will get better. it just won't get worse, that's all.
you broke ranks and turned to me,
said you could never win.
i made the time to prove you wrong,
and you just turned about face, well...
i can still remember
when you were in your words,
but reverie can't pull gold
hearts from causes lost.
living, breathing...
are you still alive?
this is not the best way to wake.
blame is sleep by day,
so wake up screaming and do something.
overreact and overwhelm...
you shake all you see
until the leaves are gone and it's
time to find another tree.
how close can you get
before you need to react?
how much love can you take without
giving even one ounce back?
(and stay considered human?)
living, leaving...
are you still alive?
this is not the best way to grow.
so if you wanna grow,
show your sight and do something.
you can take all the things that you
love and kick them away
to make room to acquire a taste for the
things that you hate.
you can sell your roof for the time to build walls
to hold out the wind from your face,
but will you enjoy the space that you've made?
will you enjoy the rain?
you change, and you change, and you change,
but you change the same.
your virtue's as vague as the words in your
new vogue refrain.
you rhyme, and you keep immaculate time,
and you know very well the next verse,
the same as the first,
crippled by rote:
"now is my future. now is where i draw my line."
said you could never win.
i made the time to prove you wrong,
and you just turned about face, well...
i can still remember
when you were in your words,
but reverie can't pull gold
hearts from causes lost.
living, breathing...
are you still alive?
this is not the best way to wake.
blame is sleep by day,
so wake up screaming and do something.
overreact and overwhelm...
you shake all you see
until the leaves are gone and it's
time to find another tree.
how close can you get
before you need to react?
how much love can you take without
giving even one ounce back?
(and stay considered human?)
living, leaving...
are you still alive?
this is not the best way to grow.
so if you wanna grow,
show your sight and do something.
you can take all the things that you
love and kick them away
to make room to acquire a taste for the
things that you hate.
you can sell your roof for the time to build walls
to hold out the wind from your face,
but will you enjoy the space that you've made?
will you enjoy the rain?
you change, and you change, and you change,
but you change the same.
your virtue's as vague as the words in your
new vogue refrain.
you rhyme, and you keep immaculate time,
and you know very well the next verse,
the same as the first,
crippled by rote:
"now is my future. now is where i draw my line."