We are the young blood The “any-time” assumption. The overstayed With a jaded name. We are the truce Waiting for bad news To chase us down And tear us inside out.
Let's try words, Less slow verbs. The action's a fraction Of how much this hurts.
It's like a told you When this was too far:
Tell me why we wonder What we were thinking all along, Tell me why we wonder If your indigo eyes are mine.
We are expected, But only in the best way, To live a small time, A year: expired. We are supposed to Fall into exposure. We have the biggest sparkling eyes. (But they both have an ugly side)
Let's try words, Less slow verbs. The action's a fraction Of how much this hurts.
It's like a told you When this was too far:
Tell me why we wonder What we were thinking all along, Tell me why we wonder If your indigo eyes are mine.
Let's try words, Less slow verbs. The action's a fraction Of how much this hurts. Is this what we deserve Before we're in the dirt? Miles of aisles Filled up with files of titles Describing how much this hurts?