I have to admit,
this push has come to an understanding.
There's a thin line we pace.
between being valiant and selfish.
You left it up to me, and I crossed you.
But I guess its the price you pay,
to be caught up in all that sound.
And it seems your leading me out...
It's safe to cry.
This mouth will be the end of me.
It's safe to cry,
and sit aside when your hands cover the world.
These eyes never looking an inch past my face.
When I'm running out of places to be passing out.
I go potentially unnoticed for yet another day.
Surely I'm doomed.
So lie to me.