Weird.

Light whispers always tell us what we want to hear

When everything around seems so dim nothing is clear

Theres something quite unnerving about the way we are

When darkness and shadows are  never very far,

The difference is inviting, although it’s somewhat false,

To say that fact is fiction after we are off the wall,

The ceilings have curved toward us,

And theres nothing we can do,

About our situations, we never have our clues.

 

It’s so weird,

How I can be alone, with you,

How I can always follow through

To other thoughts when you’re near.

I think it’s cause we’re weird.

 

Love is just a question without its question mark,

Cause everything is different when you see it in the dark,

Lonely thoughts have drifted into everything we say

Never asking why but living day by painful day,

The moments passed and now we think about how time is gone,

Cause once the dream is dreamt then it is something we have done,

This is no accident,

This is no hypothetical way,

This was not planned before hand,

This is our lives, after they end.

 

It’s so weird,

How I can be alone, with you,

How I can always follow through

To other thoughts when you’re near.

I think it’s cause we’re weird.

 

Tears will follow afterthoughts cause everything’s unreal,

Thats we tell ourselves.

Think out loud or not at all cause here we’ve offed our heads.

Cause we’re weird…