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The Romance of Us
Maybe if I knew your place, then I would follow
Sifting in the compromise that you would then swallow
And when you speak with constitutions, I choose to regress
Than lack the subtlety in listening, a torture you will not address
You see these thoughts have began to confuse me
a tired emotion they simulate a warm sea
They move at this speed racing and releasing me from that person
contorting the images beyond your impression
And I can't, NOT understand that it was a thing of the past.
That had me entangled with our present, shadowed into a cast
It isn't anymore what it could have been
As it is what it was and what it became therein
No, I won't respond anymore to those misconceptions
Because it is no longer a part of my conception
And a part of what you couldn't seem to ever be.
Well, no, you. Couldn't. Be this person inside of me
It was another facet of me inside of you
That kept me pursing the craziness of "oh god what should I DO?!"
Bored, idle, with my hands working with the devil’s
I couldn't distinguish between the good and bad levels
Or was it that there was too much good in my CYNICAL bad
And I felt it was okay to subtract you, and the abstract add
Simplifying my simplicity WASN'T enough for TRUTH
I had to get your attention, just to fake
An orgasm or two
Is it ME right now? Or is it about YOU?
What is this craziness between us two
Have you lost that person you wanted to be?
Or is it just that you cannot see?
what keeps changing, what can't be done?
Tell yourself it won't always be fun, compromise and trade up your promises for one.
Just to keep going,
and going until
No this wasn't about love or the romance of us,