Patrick Haesler - Retrospect Lyrics

Set the scene, background noise on the screen
I'm poised to make a move, I succeed
I say I'm sick and so I'm not sure, what for
You reply, it's fine, it's starts. Here comes the score

Up the ante, I'm thinking more, why not
Camera pans, see the door locked
Yeah? Sure, fine, hot
I'm ready?
I'm not ready

Hands on hands on more than that
I'm torn, in fact I can't go on. Hold up
I'm thinkin', that's fair, you understand that, right
Ya see, I'm not prepared, we didn't plan the night

So what if I'm the first of my kind
My mind's not made up. Still not gonna go leaping in
Sneaking grin, see the passion leaking in
We gotta stop, but you're not listenin'

But I guess I Live and let live
I Forgive and set the tone
Forget and then condone
In retrospect, forget respect
To get respect, you'd get consent
You're not perfect. Me neither

I suppose that you think that the blame is mine
And I'll accept that, I can see the claim's defined
And so you see in prose, I sink that shame's enshrined
And so crept a hand, free. Tamed? decline

But as time goes on, things settle
Let all the crimes go, wrestle with the past
It's not stone cast, so why not enjoy it
Maybe that's the choice that destroyed it
But tie knots? Nah, I redeploy

Let go, my flow, undisturbed by past events
Triggers? No. Perturbed by lasting discontent? Yes
I'll accept that? No
I forgive that? No
I'll admit that though I made mistakes I grow

But why is this relevant, why in rhymes, elegant
Why say this now, when it's no longer prevalent
Why critique what you can't change? It is evident
That you intend to cause purely detriment

Why bring yourself so far out of your element
Why are you choosing to ignore the petulant
Why must you delve so far into this pestilence
Normally you try so hard to celebrant

Whoa!
I never said that
I never chose to ignore the facts
The fact that you think that I'd close myself off from this
Shows that you clearly did not understand

Hold up, I had a new thought
If music is meant for expression then why
When I find I'm twisting and turning at night
Can music not be what these feelings incite

Fear, that's what I felt then
Clear like a line from a felt pen
A year before I got that checked lens
But I got the ear of my best friend

And I won't forget, but the past is past now
In retrospect, I shoulda cast my doubts, how
Could I let it go on for as long as I did
I didn't know I would ever have to let it get to this, but here we are