I'm in the middle without any plans
That Number Eighteen
I wonder what it would be like
To always be sure I'm right
Even as I pawn humanity with my justifications.
That childlike belief in zero-sum happiness.
Path undeterred by logic, temperance or mirrors
Victory defined by your own declaration.
I cannot imagine the feeling of void
The lack of memories of those I love
People you would have thrown away.
All the hearts and minds and bodies
Loving and caring and knowing I love back
Some longer than others have been alive.
Do your bridges burn so bright?
A moment worth years of ash through your hands?
How sad to lose the paths on the other side.
What isn't, was. I strove for "is," you wanted "will be."
Rewrite history but we can see through the scratches.
Such a bad trade, years for a month.
I wonder what it would be like
To always be sure I'm right
Even as I pawn humanity with my justifications.
That childlike belief in zero-sum happiness.
Path undeterred by logic, temperance or mirrors
Victory defined by your own declaration.
I cannot imagine the feeling of void
The lack of memories of those I love
People you would have thrown away.
All the hearts and minds and bodies
Loving and caring and knowing I love back
Some longer than others have been alive.
Do your bridges burn so bright?
A moment worth years of ash through your hands?
How sad to lose the paths on the other side.
What isn't, was. I strove for "is," you wanted "will be."
Rewrite history but we can see through the scratches.
Such a bad trade, years for a month.