The condescension of the old
The indignation of the youth
The indulgence of our reckless desire
For some kind of higher half truth
To get used to...well, excuse you
We align to the designs of our times
Redefine all the lines in our discontented minds
And we'll do what me must to mistrust
And invest in the hallowed hopes for what's left of us
I will do whatever I must do to do whatever I must do
I don't care if you swear you meant the best
If you're just like the rest
I don't wanna waste my time with you
Smiling faces
So complacent
Perfect places
Take a picture
Out by the water, we watched your own father drowning
And on the shore, you said you were bored of the crowding
So we went to the farm where they grow new hearts
And you said you'd like one that was worlds apart
And with every new breath I could catch your old one pounding
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