There's a lot of people out there who will tell you that they used to be romantics till they got hurt
And they'll tell you that they still should, and that they're completely aware
It's like a high you once had that you will never again reach
Even if you tried you couldn't feel, even if you cut yourself you couldn't bleed

So what I do when I ask you and you say I do
Am I just another believer who's killing the dream
Should I grab my things and have a way with them
Like you always do, and end up hurting you too
Or should I swallow my pride for a romantic sacrifice

People talk about diamonds like they never lose there value, yet they can be so easily mimicked
Isn't it sentimental, or is it something about mother nature's chemist
But everybody's got something to say
They all like their diamonds laced with *******

Talking to you is like playing a word game
And I'm not doing so hot
What is romance if I've already had a shot
What is a movie if I already know the plot
My script isn't true until it's old and used
Should I keep falsifying truths, or should I find something new

I saw a tight rope act where the gymnast was afraid of her own confidence
And she wobbled and then sustained
And she knew from then on that confidence is just a masquerade for pain
I wish I could see her face but her mask hid more than her circus name

And there her hands were, her frame, calling me forward
I told her "I'm not a gymnast," and she grabbed me
I looked beneath me, and I found the floor
She said "Neither am I."

Where has my mind gone to
Killing time in your room
Reading your books and the notes you left too
Looking into your eyes and finding truth
Getting lost in the cosmos with you
Crossing legs, crossing arms, I wish I could convince you
But I'm just here with my fingers crossed instead
Listening to some stupid playlist you gave me, and it means more to me than the rest of this stupid world

Broken glass reflects me
Every time I see a mirror it's impossible to believe
My expectations float upon an unpredictable sea
When will I ever have something just for me

Don't know what's to blame
Can't seem to see the beauty in the universe that I like to say I believe in
When it's clouded by nihilism and insecurities
I think I believe in love but I don't think it believes in me

And they'll ask you how you are
But they only expect one answer
They're not around at night
They don't know my cancer

I play paradox trivia at the break of dawn
Ask myself questions unaswerably
What is this light on my doorstep
What is this eclipse in my mind
What is there to find in a blind spot
Thought my dreams would give me some answer
But I just start over
Hope is a four leaf clover

Watching movies with the volume low it led to an episode
My life gets foggy when I begin to realize it's more like a TV show
And I'm stuck in between scenes, static grows
Who needs music to tell you you're alone
When you're stuck inside your head, it's the only night you've ever known

And they'll ask you how you are
But they only expect one answer
They're not around at night
They don't know my cancer
"I'm good."

Built on a pyre a man of death
A man of belief, searing away from his flesh sheath
A sword of fire, a song of wind
His body is carried into the thin

Night is certain, the moon reminds us of this
Even during day the waves may be ruthless
But without a day's work a night would be fruitless

You are a child, you are bliss, and you know nothing like the rest of us
We can never know a thing for certain
We can only see shadows through a curtain
So believe away and know that you will be safe
We can see what we see but never know why
Nothing is true, nothing is a lie
But would it be stupid to say that we all live in the shadow of the same God?