Can we keep it to our inside voices?

Picture's always the same when issue's cut from the frame

One stone, I kill two easy choices

Twenty-twenty vision's got me hopelessly mistaking my aim

'Til I caught an after-image of

A paper-thin crime, folded up

It keeps from coming undone as we're quietly underneath the gun

With tongues tied too carefully

Make do with a makeshift memory

Conspire to drift in reverie

Trade it for a pale imitation of this blame that you're choking on

(This feeling fades to routine, can't make the pen meet the dotted line)

Make do with a makeshift memory

I hope we forget anyway

With deference to indecision

A full day and night's all we've got to lose

It's well spent if it's time wasted on you

(It's well spent if it's time wasted on you)

A vocal absence of contrition

Where hope's a hint of salt placed in your wound

An easy cure is a different point of view

A single taste of a double dose of truth

Make do with a makeshift memory

Conspire to drift in reverie

Trade it for a pale imitation of this blame that you're choking on

(This feeling fades to routine, can't make the pen meet the dotted line)

Make do with a makeshift memory

I hope we forget anyway

I know we're wasting our time, wasting our time, wasting our...

I know we're wasting our time, wasting our time, wasting our...

(Pleading in past tense puts locks on mistakes, we're focused on forgery, as long as it takes)

I know we're wasting our time, wasting our time, wasting our time

(Pleading in past tense puts locks on mistakes, we're focused on forgery, as long as it takes)

Make do with a makeshift memory

Conspire to drift in reverie

Make do with a makeshift memory

Forget anyway

(This feels so patently misleading

We trust the past we keep repeating

It's all wrong...)

Can we keep it to our inside voices?

I'm sympathetic 'til I've got no choice left

We're off the script in this scene, left our rewrite in between

My twenty-twenty vision's got me hopelessly mistaking my aim

(Forget anyway)