The problem with life is that it’s just too truthful 
One minute you’re old and the next thing you’re youthful 
Fresh again in your summer skin
Then one day you run into him 
Looking haggard as the day he was born 
With no one there to keep him warm 
And it breaks your heart to say
I don’t want to love that way
With two strings tied to each other’s finger
Where someone nearby could be a dead ringer
For your starshot soul
But somehow I found something that made me whole
And I got lost in St. Pat’s 
Between avenues and their baseball bats
It was a kind of a refuge from their stares
And the way they said you can’t go there
Not even if it’s your spirit’s longing 
You don’t know who you might be wronging 
By telling the secret
It’s better you keep it
Even if that means going through hell
At the hands of those who wish you well
And you can always tell
When something’s not right
Coz they cover up the silence with a fight
And try to “settle you down”
No silver lining in this town 
But only a bridge to burn
And I had to learn 
I can’t rely on suspense
To get me back into the present tense
And her eyes were dead and flat and grey
And there was nothing I could say
To bring them back to life
If I ever become somebody’s wife
I’d like to save the pause
So they would have a get out clause
And not feel shackled to 
A dream that is just not made for you
And I claw and I scream 
But it just doesn’t seem 
That the rocks will fall back up the mountain 
And the fountain
Won’t play in reverse
There’s no way to rehearse 
The subtle sound
When everyone, everywhere around
Abandons you 
I didn’t think I would do 
Anything bad enough to be worthy of 
The desertion and a lack of love
As I look into his polar eyes and they do not meet mine
They have a sort of deadly shine 
In the glow of the fire
The bell rings a bit higher 
Than the frequency
That ordinarily would call to me
And so I leave the glen 
And I don’t know when
I will be back
I just know I can’t stand the lack 
I see in her face
As if she was an island to trace
In a green copy book 
It was awful, man, and I was shook 
To my core
But I don’t go there anymore
Not in the trees I couldn’t paint
Not in the moment that I faint
Out of the movie 
And I cannot prove “me” 
To somebody’s din 
I blame myself and I blame him 
Until I can recognise 
That no one told any lies
It was just miscommunication 
Like missing the train at the station 
And never seeing your foe
As he let the trauma go 
On the last ride home 
I guess I had to learn that I stand alone 
When I stand for this 
And no kiss
Can recompense 
What it all meant 
In the eve of dawn
I looked at my palms and the lines were gone 
No route to track, no road to follow
Only the deathly hollow 
In the room as I scrunched myself into a ball
Wishing I could just disappear into the wall
But I made it out 
And their doubt
Is a reminder that 
Everything is just a stat
Until it happens to you 
And you cannot do
Anything but ride the wave
I was waiting for someone to save
Me when I became 
The sky beyond the rain 

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