It was conjured up
At the break of dawn
For sore eyes
Before your eyes
It was derived
From bright lights
That come alive
In dark night skies
From a lack of what
Was never enough
All tangled up
Like knotted hair
We should have given up a long time ago
I bet they wouldn't have even said a word
We could resist
Overconfidence
And push through this
First step
And it takes some time 'til we get used to it
If it takes some time then it must be worth it
And it takes some time so just get used to it
Well if you wanted to then I'd be into it