(Half Finished Thoughts)
Maybe if you cut out your tongue and I chop off my hands we can make this work
It's foolish and outlandish...
But I've never seen the reasonable reach their dreams
The destruction never really changes anything
But every time between release and shame
There is a triumph
A moment where it feels like it does
The compulsion never leaves
I just keep trying to find something that stands in the way
Inside truth and feeling
Feeling isn't truth
But no matter how much you say you want truth
If the feeling is right, truth will never matter
I can never be mad
Even when it's not fair
It's not the same
But we make it look that way
And you say all the heart swelling things I want to hear
Sometimes I wish you didn't know how
Really wish your words would stop being so perfect when they just feed my delusions
My heart and me
Maybe if you'd stop being so demanding we could find some peace
When did you stop being the easy part
You become a nun, I'll become a mute
Do you ever dream so big you believe your thoughts alone will make it happen?
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