Go ahead and take a ride in the backseat
Of this insatiable chariot named Youth!
Squander all the glory and praised you've gathered
Over the past four years into a catacomb!
"We can see the compunction on your face
Gathering dust upon the creases, and
Nobody is gonna wipe it off without
Getting some of it on their self."
Everybody I know wears a mask;
They wear their ex loves upon their face.
Everybody that I know is just the result
Of bad intentions from bad decisions.
And yet here I am, wiping my own slate clean to try and really break the cycle.
Here I am again, except there are no masks left to put on.
I see myself collapsing under heartache, again and again.
I can see myself getting used to the idea of failure.
Well here's the chance of self-acknowledgement:
The fire that's lit to break the cycle,
But here I am tripping over my own two feet and falling face-first into the past,
And everyone is enjoying a good laugh, everybody loves slapstick.
Until you pick yourself up and see that you're not a naive boy anymore.
No, not at all: you're a headstrong man who's foolishly avoided learning his lesson.
Well, lesson learned.
"We can all point the fingers backwards, but there'll be none left
To catch yourself when you fall."
So say your sorry's, mourn and cry and drink and lust and punish and hate and realize and love.
Repeat as necessary, not necessarily in that order.
Except now, this is your time to shine, kid.
It was a hoax, all of it was; you fooled yourself into something you're not.
You made yourself into something you never wanted to be.
You gave up on life, and it gave you up in return.
Have you learned all your lessons yet? Are you ready to practice?
"Was it all lies? Was it all in your head?
Who exactly can you blame for being so misled?
Was it all love or was it all she knows?
Was it all worth it to watch it slowly go?"
And I say, "No."
Even if you try to look back and find some connection to previous lessons, you can't.
Even as you fall face-first as you try to progress, you can't feel sorry for yourself.
You want to change? Good! Then prepare to suffer.
Nothing recedes like progress, and you're living proof.
So progress.
