Perfection was never on the horizon or the agenda for that matter I'll learn to appreciate these moments, even if they have to be spoon-fed Why is it all so wonderfully hysterical these days Even the jaded, have unmistakable grins
You wanted something different and I know I'm not a part of that This blood is separate and I respect that I will not leave my men, even if they fall Respect the enemy, though they can be so cruel You've got your precious home; I've got your crumple zone You've got your bible; I've got survival You turned your back on me, your cuts are seemless This prisoner's been set free won't hear from me again
Cautious grins are interpreted in many ways Reserving trust alike dust upon old photographs You criticise but you don't even know my name You love to hate, when to me it's just a big fucking game I will swallow this moment of emptiness as I know my time will come With my fist clenched and tight as my teeth I try to say something nice to you but I can't
You wanted something different and I know I'm not a part of that This blood is separate and I respect that I will not leave my men, even if they fall Respect the enemy, though they can be so cruel You've got your precious home; I've got your crumple zone You've got your bible; I've got survival You turned your back on me, your cuts are seemless This prisoner's been set free won't hear from me again