Beating A Dead Horse.
Tell me nothing is wrongThat we're victims of circumstance
And inaccurate forecasts.
Promise me,
That all the empty promises
Could mean something.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
You're a broken record
Skipping and tripping
Over yourself.
And I've heard these lines
A thousand times
It's my most repeated mistake
Cause it's my favorite lie.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
Perfection's a scar
And this is a bruise.
It aches in the suddeness, in every move.
And you're waiting for this dialogue
To end with an “I love you.”
And though I could have,
Would have,
Should have...
I won't.
Convince me of the best
Though we're living in photographs
Frozen in silence and stutters
As you undercover
All this wasted time.
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