ALL WE ARE, one republic
"I tried to paint you a picture, the colors were all wrong
Black and white didn't fit you and all along,
You were shaded with patience, your strokes of everything
That I need just to make it, and I believe that...
Time can tear you apart
But it won't break anything that you are, you are
We won't say our goodbyes you know it's better that way
We won't break, we won't die
It's just a moment of change
All we are, all we are, is everything that's right
All we need, all we need, a lover's alibi
I walked a minute in your shoes, they never would've fit
I figured there's nothing to lose,
I need to get some perspective on these words before I write them down
You're an island and my ship has run aground
Lord knows I'll fail you time and again,
But you and me we're alright..."
it's not that i'm rethinking our discussions, our decisions
or falling apart in a jealous fit of rage
it's just dripping right in front of my face
like the biggest canvas ever,
with vibrant greens and yellows and oranges,
disorganzied in a zillion striped paths leaning down,
sliding to the rug,
where it seeps and stays and stains.
i've got to get used to it
but i need blinders for a bit
i'm not a warrior, sheesh
i can't take a full army's worth of bullets in my side the very first time
i need at least ten shields, helicopters for backup and such.
i can't give anymore to something that's not giving back,
i can't fall and be ok with it anymore
i can't smile or whisper or gently touch
because it's not the same
i want to want.
but it's not that simple anymore
i've got to smile
and inhale like i'm fine
that way i'll keep stepping, i'll keep going
i've got to concentrate on the sunrise here,
the eye flutters, the stomach-hurting laughs
so i can say, yep it's all good
i wanna be ok with these others
but that's a tad difficult when i'm holding back everything when his eyes meet mine
i've got to turn it to dull,
black and white and gray
lower those streaks of emotion
become content, not crazy
because last time i checked,
pulling out my hair isn't really considered "attractive"
i'm just gonna walk, make sure my laces are tied, and look at the leaves
and if some frisbee-throwing, hair flipping, guitar-strumming
person comes along...
then i'll be tentaively putting myself out there
practice makes perfect, right?
[But oh, I'm staring at the mess I made I'm staring at the mess I made I'm staring at the mess I made As you turn, you take your heart and walk away]...parachute
I'm not giving up, I'm letting go.
"Love is an ocean wide." -The Afters