2005 – the time you talked me out of closing my eyes
its just you and me and the voices inside of my head /
i’m sure that we’re alive or at least i’m sure we’re not dead /
slowly dissolving in love and hate and all in between /
maybe you can tell me why i dont want you in my dreams
we are the accidental conversation no one wants to have /
we are the existential manifestation of all that is bad.
i say the way you climb into my eyes never fails to impress /
in the cold, dark night we wish that we could see our breath /
and i dont think there’s anything left to leave behind /
standing in the parking lot youre the only thing i can call mine
we are the half truths and meaningless facts /
we will forever trip and fall into our own traps
i told you the busdriver lied, i told you you were wrong /
he only had half a tank and this damn road is three centuries long /
drawing halos on stickmen, we graffiti the shopping mall /
until the man comes by and tells us to get rid of them all
we are the first and last of our kind /
we might not be worth redeeming but we are divine.