Faintly, I speak of balance and bliss
I hear a harrowing hiss
Wearing away at what I portray
What's this?
Plainly, I put personas on pause
It doesn't matter
It draws out my sense
And I sense that it's not okay
When I'm with you
Well, I don't disagree
So I'll be spending my nights
Staring at the trees
Under the moon
Daydream of the sky
But I'm sitting on stone
Green garden of paradise
Shelters the view
Nothing to do
But be alone
It's shady beneath the branches and leaves
But the treetops deceive
And they scream
And they steal your sanity away
And lately, I seem to slip in and out
Of definition and doubt
So I'll scream and I'll sleep
Until these instincts decay
Any attempt to affably laugh with me's
Battered and bruised
By apathy, agony
Covered and coated
In fallacy, blasphemy
I have accepted calamity naturally
When I'm with you
Well, I don't disagree
So I'll be spending my nights
Staring at the trees
Under the moon