| We tied these ties with strands of | |
| Purest white and blue. We gave our | |
| Days of brightest flashing light | |
| And youth. We hide our lives to | |
| Keep their eyes from knowing | |
| Truth. Am I losing touch with the | |
| Hands that have always held me up? A change in shape to fit the | |
| Situation, the same last name, but | |
| There is no relation. (All the | |
| Moves our bodies make can't take | |
| Away the words we used to say and | |
| Make this up to you. All the moves that were mistakes won't | |
| Recompense the love we try to take | |
| Without paying our dues.) I | |
| Remember things you said, I never | |
| Knew what you meant. I turned my face away and let you separate the | |
| Blame. Between the nights and days | |
| These thoughts are keeping me | |
| Awake. I've noticed lately I can't | |
| See clear and I speak too plainly. Does it take the taste away? Your | |
| Life's succession should not be | |
| Based on your possessions or the | |
| Amount of the money that you've | |
| Made. I have got so much to say | |
| But I can't seem to find a way to | |
| Make my face display what it has always meant to say. Between the | |
| Nights and days these thoughts are | |
| Keeping me awake. All my dreams | |
| Aren't what they seem. |