During the time of which I speak
it was hard to turn the other cheek
from the blows of your insecurity
Feeding the cancer of your fear
the blood of love was smeared
and lay dying in the wash of its impurity
And all our friends who thought we were so together
have abandoned us here in search for fair weather
and we stand here in our storm and drink a toast
to the slim chance of loves' recovery
There I was in younger days
star gazing
painting picture perfect maps
of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
my compass was my faith in loves' perfection
I missed a thousand miles of road that I should have seen
Rain soaked
and voice choked
like silent screaming in a dream
I search for my absolute distinction
Not content
to bow and bend
to the whims of culture
that swoop like vultures
eating me away to my extinction
How I wish my life was a trinity
so that if I lost a part of me
I'd still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime of rehersal
to see ourselves in role reversal
ending this act would be the greatest gift that we could give
So tell our freinds who think they're so together
that they are ghosts and mirages
all these thoughts of fair weather
and though it's storming out I feel safe here
in the shelter of lifes' discovery