"Late Nights Just Break Promises, So Get To Bed Early..."
Make every word count like every cut counted.
All that is said becomes jumbled,
Spread thin between “I’m sorry”, “I love you”,
And whatever else that can be said in
a desperate attempt to make things better.
Better find another way, this knife just won’t cut it.
To just shut it up, cut it out, bring out silence;
That’d be perfect - the alternative perfection
that always catches, never lets you down
or ignores the words you’re saying
Never keeps you waiting, contemplating, every action,
Stacking doubts upon the doubts that have existed from the past
Outlasting every happy moment, every sin for which we strived…
Somehow this schematic got ruined,
A master plan was torn to shreds with an attempt
to plan this out and take this challenge step by step,
Somehow every move got challenged when the
doubt showed up again and made me wonder,
Second guessing every motive, word, and photo,
Without a second taken to breathe, or speak, or think,
Don’t think - just do, just do what comes to mind
and redefine every “I love you” just to make it
something more, something worthwhile, something pure
Or purely wretched and unexpected…
Plan the future on the basis of three words again,
Never stop to judge these actions, catch my drift,
“I love you this much…”
It doesn’t hurt at all after the first time,
Just time the pain right - in the end it all works out…
All that is said becomes jumbled,
Spread thin between “I’m sorry”, “I love you”,
And whatever else that can be said in
a desperate attempt to make things better.
Better find another way, this knife just won’t cut it.
To just shut it up, cut it out, bring out silence;
That’d be perfect - the alternative perfection
that always catches, never lets you down
or ignores the words you’re saying
Never keeps you waiting, contemplating, every action,
Stacking doubts upon the doubts that have existed from the past
Outlasting every happy moment, every sin for which we strived…
Somehow this schematic got ruined,
A master plan was torn to shreds with an attempt
to plan this out and take this challenge step by step,
Somehow every move got challenged when the
doubt showed up again and made me wonder,
Second guessing every motive, word, and photo,
Without a second taken to breathe, or speak, or think,
Don’t think - just do, just do what comes to mind
and redefine every “I love you” just to make it
something more, something worthwhile, something pure
Or purely wretched and unexpected…
Plan the future on the basis of three words again,
Never stop to judge these actions, catch my drift,
“I love you this much…”
It doesn’t hurt at all after the first time,
Just time the pain right - in the end it all works out…