I shake my head at you
stare you down, standing face to face
these things you do don't quite add up anymore
but I was never big on math in the first place.
Never felt you belonged.
And you could never ease that plaguing boredom.
If it doesn't capture intense interest, it's never long
till you take off the other way.
Comittment was never one of your strong points.
A friend once called you a character of convienence.
So are you selfish or just self-involved, or have you
just fooled yourself into seeing a difference?
I pointed my finger at you to blame you last night
and suprise, you pointed it right back at me.
I demanded you give me an aswer: where do we go now?
And suprise, you point right back to old, familiar terratory.
And I wonder, why does it always come down to this?
Why are we always at each other's throats like this?
You're still dragging me down, do you know what you're doing?
I don't know what I want because your so damned confusing.
I took a look at the outline of the journey last night
and a wise man, he calls this part the road of trials,
and if we can find a way to bridge the gap between you and me
we can find arms in which we can find scerinity, tranquility.
I want to find some trust and confidence in you
I wish so you'd just give me a nourishing peice of mind
but we're always fighting, and you leave me starving;
I leave you thirsty for an ocean only you can help me find.
I shake my head at you
stare you down here, as we're standing face to face
what we've become, it's just not clear anymore
will we play bloody knuckles till the mirror breaks?
stare you down, standing face to face
these things you do don't quite add up anymore
but I was never big on math in the first place.
Never felt you belonged.
And you could never ease that plaguing boredom.
If it doesn't capture intense interest, it's never long
till you take off the other way.
Comittment was never one of your strong points.
A friend once called you a character of convienence.
So are you selfish or just self-involved, or have you
just fooled yourself into seeing a difference?
I pointed my finger at you to blame you last night
and suprise, you pointed it right back at me.
I demanded you give me an aswer: where do we go now?
And suprise, you point right back to old, familiar terratory.
And I wonder, why does it always come down to this?
Why are we always at each other's throats like this?
You're still dragging me down, do you know what you're doing?
I don't know what I want because your so damned confusing.
I took a look at the outline of the journey last night
and a wise man, he calls this part the road of trials,
and if we can find a way to bridge the gap between you and me
we can find arms in which we can find scerinity, tranquility.
I want to find some trust and confidence in you
I wish so you'd just give me a nourishing peice of mind
but we're always fighting, and you leave me starving;
I leave you thirsty for an ocean only you can help me find.
I shake my head at you
stare you down here, as we're standing face to face
what we've become, it's just not clear anymore
will we play bloody knuckles till the mirror breaks?
