It's hard to say if I really made it out alright.
Like that, I hope and pray we never ever have to fight.
Previous loves always waking me up in these nights.
Nightmares of unhappiness spreading like a blight.

So don’t go on making inferences.
I recognize the instances my bad decisions is
I know there’s more than one so I don’t need the list.
I’m just trying to have fun, all right.
Why so serious?

If I said something wrong, I was joking.
Be careful with me, clearly my heart is broken.
I cover it up well though, with all of my daily smoking.
But depression is a fire fueled merely by poking.

It doesn’t need stoking; just a little coaxing.

Wishing wells are just holes that people throw their hopes in.

Why try and worship perfection? Even the pope sins.
The rich need to tread deep waters? Lucky you, your boat swims.

But this sea of lies we swim in seems to be endless.
Filled with countless tests, stress and constant tension.
Bad decisions and miracles unfolding right before our eyes.
Better make the most of it because we only get one try.

One chance to make it
and get out of it the most.

One state of being,
but seemingly endless seas and coasts.

Drinking by yourself or with family making toasts.
Making everything a problem, or seeing it all as a joke.

Like moving someone’s seat and losing it.
Or comparing my reality to his make believe and choosing him.
Or deciding to rent my heart out without ever moving in.
Offered a choice between heaven and hell and choosing sin.