A little bit of this,
A little bit of that,
And like that,
It cracks.

We found the insides of our minds to be a little darker shade of blue than either of us have pursued.

So here we lie softly in a bed of roses.

Thinking about distant better things.

Thinking of the times when you were with me and I with you in more than just heart and mind.

But at the same time, the glory days are never as glorious as they seem in hind sight,
We were always bound to end up this way,
Separated by a mutual lack of faith we climb for better things in parallel for no other reason than the stone cold fear that it might not be all it is in my mind.
So I stay the course just watching from a distance because I'm so afraid it will turn out just like every other time.
And you won't be mine either way so I'll just sit here and say it's better this way even though I know it's a **** lie.