in the window of a passing time frame...
i remember thinking that what went on that night never really happened. maybe that was the coke, or maybe that was all of those shots of various things, maybe it was someone else speaking for me.
pulling cracks and blanks from memory isn't so beautiful afterall. it's this unshedable ignorance that keeps me with thinking that everything is going to turn out to be alright. all of the numbers will add up. everything will become disasterously perfect and with that i'll learn that it isn't me that is falling apart; i'm still held together, even if sometimes it feels nothing like that.
trading memory for make-believe
and i'm really okay with it, i am
i can still see through
i can still breathe
i'm still under the cold
and without pain there isn't a reason to be able to feel
and the picture flickers in and out focus
sometimes i wear contacts and i'm able to tell one from the other
they all kiss just the same
it's not love i'm in love with
no, sometimes not at all...
pulling cracks and blanks from memory isn't so beautiful afterall. it's this unshedable ignorance that keeps me with thinking that everything is going to turn out to be alright. all of the numbers will add up. everything will become disasterously perfect and with that i'll learn that it isn't me that is falling apart; i'm still held together, even if sometimes it feels nothing like that.
trading memory for make-believe
and i'm really okay with it, i am
i can still see through
i can still breathe
i'm still under the cold
and without pain there isn't a reason to be able to feel
and the picture flickers in and out focus
sometimes i wear contacts and i'm able to tell one from the other
they all kiss just the same
it's not love i'm in love with
no, sometimes not at all...