still out there, still out of reach
dug in, dug in deep
wetted down for weeks & weeks
but the storms just wouldn’t breach

darkness followed by depression
like a coloring book’s way of confession
nannies & crooks, a weekly obsession
do your best to repress the effects of repression

real or fake, what if the give don’t take
rinse repeat for a fix won’t break
love, passion, true romance
more than our fair share left to chance

what if it’s all a ruse
what have you got left to lose
was it up to us to choose
is it something new to prove

big blue eyes with an eccentric streak
back in the day when they used to speak
before the silly quirks became such dangerous freaks
a heart wide open and the truth it seeks

real or fake, what if the give don’t take
rinse repeat for a fix won’t break
love, passion, true romance
more than our fair share left to chance

what if it’s all a ruse
what have you got left to lose
was it up to us to choose
is it something new to prove

“oh i tell you something more, while my brain is bleeding for…”

by JTW
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