I shuffle through old drawings like old friends
As bits of a crumbling rose falls to the blue sheets to meet an end
The flowers are falling apart and the ribbons coming undone
This might have been a year in the making but I didn't expect this from anyone
So are the pictures worth the lies and the lies worth the pain?
I guess I'll bury them back in the box anyway
How could it have been "real" when all you wrote were words
And looking back it was all paragraphs that I never really heard
Where did the game go when someone rewrote the rules
Where no one can win and no one can lose
I just don't understand and I guess that's okay
Because it's not like anything meant anything anyway
I guess I'm just bad at reading between the lines
And everything will be as "real" as it is "fine"