We are the young blood
The â??any-timeâ? 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?