[Intro]

[Verse 1: Skeptik]
I know, that you've seen a lot
And I know that you know that the fire is hot
And I know what it's like to be forgot
While I patiently wait for a shoe to drop
Only one way to find out
Only takes two eyes to blind doubt
Only took three dates to lie down
You've been on my mind since and I find now
Perspective leaves much to be desired
Only get one view point, and that view gets tired
The irony being that the things that we're seeing
Escape definition, but never lack in meaning
Might be bleeding, but every drop serves a purpose
Opposite reactions, we dig beneath the surface
Can't love anything you won't admit isn't perfect
Luckily before that moment, it wouldn't have been worth it
Trading promises no one else can hear
Eye to eye, and lips to ear
Speak in a code that's grown so clear
And only leave marks that'll disappear

[Verse 2]
You know that I've seen a lot
And you know that I know that the fire is hot
And you know what it's like to be forgot
While you patiently wait for a shoe to drop
And somehow all of that is a valid excuse
If it's really what you want then I'll cut you loose
But please just this once, tell me the truth
What is it that you think we have to lose?
She walked away, maybe that was better
We're both smart enough to know there's no forever
But does that really mean that we ought to just never
Reach our arms out, for the fear they'll be severed?
So I reached out and our hands met
Her face went as red as a face can get
Embraced her briefly, yet the moment dragged on
And was gone before I knew it; a real sad song
"we're both better for it" she said with a smile
Hers was so unique, it cut me with style
Watched the door as it came to touch the frame
Wishing I knew how to forget a name
[Verse 3]
They know that we've seen a lot
And they know that we know that the fire is hot
And they know what it's like to be forgot
While they patiently wait for a shoe to drop
If love is a battlefield then of course there are casualties
Way too many lives entangled, way too casually
Growing up these days, the patron saints of apathy
And naturally they fill the role happily
They watched this little three act play
Saw emotions form, and they predictably fade
Just some happy kids stuck with the hearts of sad punks
Drowning in their id's, and other sad junk
Tryna find a path that might not exist
Can leave you disillusioned and your insides in a twist
So I understand, when they ball up a fist
And aim it at the name of all that they've missed
Certain truths only wounds reveal
Discolored skin when a scab is peeled
So I don't pay any mind when they're forming
Stars form constellations, and scars tell stories