I'm running along this abstraction
But I can't seem to get any kind of traction
Still bewildered by your initial action
And I never expected that kind of reaction
I hope it gave you some kind of satisfaction
Trying to break me down to a simple fraction
I just don't think I'll ever see what is the attraction
So it seems that there's no need for any protraction
The light that once shined in my eyes refraction
Has now obviously become some kind of distraction
Whatever once brought us to an impaction
I guess those dreams that were - suddenly weren't - by contraction
Nothing is ever as simple as finding what was ...wasn't
Or could suddenly couldn't
When you find out you were what you thought you weren't
And now tears... I knew I would though I told myself I wouldn't
We still are what we are or we aren't
I got to go now...
... As it suddenly seems that to still care is a new world infraction
I guess satisfied always has to end up becoming satisfaction
And as I'm running along this abstraction I just can't seem to get any kind of traction.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
I'm running along this abstraction
But I can't seem to get any kind of traction
Still bewildered by your initial action
And I never expected that kind of reaction
I hope it gave you some kind of satisfaction
Trying to break me down to a simple fraction
I just don't think I'll ever see what is the attraction
So it seems that there's no need for any protraction
The light that once shined in my eyes refraction
Has now obviously become some kind of distraction
Whatever once brought us to an impaction
I guess those dreams that were - suddenly weren't - by contraction
Nothing is ever as simple as finding what was ...wasn't
Or could suddenly couldn't
When you find out you were what you thought you weren't
And now tears... I knew I would though I told myself I wouldn't
We still are what we are or we aren't
I got to go now...
... As it suddenly seems that to still care is a new world infraction
I guess satisfied always has to end up becoming satisfaction
And as I'm running along this abstraction I just can't seem to get any kind of traction.
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