Friday, 19 April 2013

Control

Got a head full of mixed messages
A blinding light burning white in my eyes
It seems I think in contradictions
And you only speak in lies

This was the last time, you told me that
As I stumbled back home in the dark
Heard that enough to know this was the real time
There will be no going back to the start

Of course, when all is said and done
In these matters of the heart and soul
We always want to be the one to call the end
And have the illusion of being in control

That's a healthy lie
Indeed, a lie
We all know it takes two
To fuck it up

So now we're just memories, you and I
A warning of what not to do
In our place, smug smiles, bitter laughs
And the fine porcelain china of our egos