Why do we do this to ourselves? It’s so absurd how we never learn from things. Well, I’ve been told that my rigidness won’t do me good. It seems they’ve mistaken determination for stubbornness. And in the view of things to come, I hope the bridges I burn will light the way

I’m caught completely unaware

I swear I never thought that I should care or in any way prepare myself for the possibility that what seemed like an apparition was just pattern recognition – an indication that I’m certainly not where I’m supposed to be

Well I am done and through with feeling so darn helpless even in my hiding places

So rough it out and try to find a way

I’m brushing off the price I’ll have to pay

I’m sick of clawing at the walls to find some form of comfort, so knock some sense into me and tell me to get by again

Well if you want the rainbow, won’t you come and sit through the rain with me?

Cause I will bury all the doubts and all the woes in the graves that I have dug so you can tell me how to love again, tell me how to love again

We’ve all been here before, and I know too well: the winter stasis will not thaw. But we could just sit by and just, yearn for something more. And at the end of the day, we’ll rough it out and try to find a way

It sucks to know that I can’t deny it

I know I lie about many things, but I’m dreading how I miss you