I’m cynical, cause it’s the only outlet
That I’ve got left
I’ve got a gaping hole in my chest
And a heart made of glass
And nothing seems to turn out the way that I’d planned
And it just seems to fit the way that I am
I laugh, cause it’s the only defense
That I’ve got left
I’ve got a memory like a steel trap
And it’s tearing into the past
Cause I always want
What it’s impossible for me to have
Cause it just seems to fit the way that I am.
And I write, cause it’s the only escape
That I’ve got left
I’ve got this whole world in my head
Where there’s no sand in the hourglass
And everything works out in the end
Cause I’ve always wanted Closure to be my best friend
Cause it just seems to fit the way that I am
And I dream, cause it’s really the only peace
That I can get
Cause the truth of the matter is
That memories are like falling through elevator shafts
And broken skin is a lot like laughs
And regret is the only wound you have
That you can never get rid of
