If it never mattered once ago
The difference lies in you
Deciding now is greater when
It really is the same

Two lines can intersect at many points
But the lines still remain independent
May be a reply

The truth lies in the hand and eye
Realizing that at the core
The lines are lines
And nothing more

There goes another empty beer
On another empty night
Wrapped up in heart ache
Paralyzed by fright

Turn the page, and let it fall
As though there were nothing to stop it
Which is true, it's only
You
Who
Needs to be convinced
That once your fingers release their grasp
The weight of the page
Will cause it fall like the ones before