V_1
Up the hill to my safe holding
I find my blood in such low standing
I blame these sad things on me, but I
Cut a smile in my face
So you’ll intake some fleeting comfort
And still
P_1
You say, I
Contaminate your world with my touch
And I feel,
That you brandish the weapon of passive aggression
Seems like…
C_1
Your idea of perfect and mine
Are perfectly aligned
So let’s be enemies
Till we see the sun go away
What’d you think I‘d let you win?
I’ve grown to suffer you
Lashing out at me
Till I see the sun go’way
B_
Don’t deny my tolerance
Don’t take away these sad things from me
That ain’t nothing
You should see what I do to me
V_2
(I) Cut a smile in my face
So you’ll intake some fleeting comfort
You’ve built a wall of beauty to help
Tolerate any discomfort
(from)
C_2
Your idea of perfect and mine
Are perfectly aligned
So let’s be enemies
Till we see the sun go away
What’d you think I‘d let you win?
I’ve grown to suffer you
Lashing out at me
I will stand alone
Your idea of perfect and mine
Are perfectly aligned
So let’s be enemies
Till we see the sun go away
My idea of life sublime is having you
Far away