Misinformation
Is passed along as wisdom of the age
But it's twisted words keep logic in a cage
Relations squandered
Two ways of life
with paths that never reach
They keep searching for answers in a text to old to teach
They keep standing in line, their actions benign
But anger starts to surface
The resentment in her eyes
It's clear, it won't disappear
he keeps holding on tight, pathetic the sight
Of longing desperation
But in the back of his mind
He knows the end is near

Finally
We face the day
But block the sun
It's bright light, it seems unbearable
You spread your wings
And sail away
Proving that your feelings for me
Are disposable

Communication
Like speacking in tongues
Incoherent noise
But the root of the problem is what she avoids
The end of an era
the end of the line
The end of perfect life
they're only audible wounds
Yet they still cut like a knife

Finally
We face the day
But block the sun
It's bright light, it seems unbearable
You spread your wings
And sail away
Proving that your feelings for me
Are disposable