there's something different going on up there
a piece of silence within
helpless stranger looking out to understand
what it means to be real

ahead the life we always dreamed in
but life is not what you expect
tempting but nothing never happens
and nothing feels the same
i lucked out again

if nothings to it then what's happening
a shape shifted finite ending
hapless scratcher looking past the wounded trash
by what means to conceal

upheld a life of tired dream years
but lines reverses all respect
so empty but somethings never simple
the vicious cut remains
all senses and blame

im liking the blame
 [bad word] me / i like it