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"