It seems those days have come and gone into the obscuring glaze of hindsight.
We were just kids,
Grasping for truth.
But what we had can never be replaced.
Damaged but never undone.
And now we take our time to see how we could have done,
So much more with the proximity
Of thinking that just maybe we were the ones who'd be able to set things right--
But it's gone.
Factions remain,
But the overriding mood is dead.
So i pace around at night,
Just lost.
Do things like this come along more than never in a lifetime?
20 some kids,
Living out and lashing out at what we saw,
No way we could bring it back.
Those moments will stay where they lay.
And i see a new horizon, or at least,
I hope i do.
Now we take our new positions out in the world
We'll remember those times,
Those snowed in nights...
Dreaming, hoping, laughing.
But don't remember it too well, because if it gets too vivid you just might slide further down into the valley.
All moments left
Staring at the former peaks.
Don't remember it at all.
We were just kids,
Grasping for truth.
But what we had can never be replaced.
Damaged but never undone.
And now we take our time to see how we could have done,
So much more with the proximity
Of thinking that just maybe we were the ones who'd be able to set things right--
But it's gone.
Factions remain,
But the overriding mood is dead.
So i pace around at night,
Just lost.
Do things like this come along more than never in a lifetime?
20 some kids,
Living out and lashing out at what we saw,
No way we could bring it back.
Those moments will stay where they lay.
And i see a new horizon, or at least,
I hope i do.
Now we take our new positions out in the world
We'll remember those times,
Those snowed in nights...
Dreaming, hoping, laughing.
But don't remember it too well, because if it gets too vivid you just might slide further down into the valley.
All moments left
Staring at the former peaks.
Don't remember it at all.
[strummed to sounds not heard...to lies. i believed i could falsify love and i was right. led with blinders i visualized the truth, and the sorrow that lives once the known was gone and i tried to identify the source with some semblance of dignity truest art love. should i fear, will realize, should i trust a fleeting feeling? what if this is just a facade...we couldn't stand do i rot or do i just continue to die... who would die and if this is just a facade i could not help but fall. and with falsitites fallen far from this circle, we began anew. ]
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