Us

We don't talk

Or walk hand in hand

We barely meet

Cause we understand

That we're busy putting ourselves together

After falling apart crazily enough

In the panorama called US.

Funnily enough, no one knows 

Who we are, and who's to blame

Neither do we know ourselves.

Though, I can write a thousand lyrics

In one night 

About the most wee things he does

And he can make a canvas moving

A million times

Of how my smile forms and frizzes away

We are odds, odds which are never in favor

Of the world, of the worldly affairs

Of anything and everything that forms a life

Around us.

Cause we know only one kind of relationship

And that's our only truth-

This thing that we have between

Where everything else blanks out on its own.

I'd want to believe it's love

While he calls it destruction...