There's nothing worse than having a romance with futility

Where you can dance the thoughts away as you read the consequences

Scrambled facts that you have learned to misinterpret

Nothing short of second best

Expecting the stark contrast of what's real and what's not

Fantasy world, you can take the breath out of my lungs

And collapse my fragile thoughts

An ordeal clearly blown away by the mix and match

Of our society with the unquenchable faith

And that dirty thirst for flawless

There's nothing worse than having a romance with futility

Where you can read the outcome before you've even reached destiny

So disappointing, the sudden appearance

Of your reflection against the cracked mirror

You managed to lock away those dirty secrets

For no more than a decade

As you sat wrapped around innocence

Sitting on top of your crowded repartee

What's real and what's not?

The sudden gloss of your hands over the top of my words

What's real and what's not?

The breakable history of a chasm as wide as the crack in your mouth

There's nothing worse than having a romance with futility

And falling in love with the "tomorrow may come"