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Constant Conclusions

 

Constant Conclusions

(Album: Run Wild, Young Beauty - 2015)


This is what I said to myself in a deep dream.
There's a relief that belief is all inside of me and not trying to sleep,
but it will bleed a brief shred of grief followed by a chase to break free.
As I chase this crippling desire to understand the fire inside your eyes,
with time I'll try to realize that you're the love I need.

But then I find this hope inside, when I finally cross these wires.
Not so I die but so my brain will fry, so I will be dulled down enough to believe your lies.
When you cross the t's and dot the i's, and I'll believe you,
because I could see through the rescue and saw a familiar bleak view,
when I broke my neck to see over the fence, just to see how green the grass on the other side is.

But i know good and well these self-help, pity party depths of hell,
chasing a burning desire like whisky down your throat,
drowning out the fact the facts are in and it's still a no.
But I can't let go because this echoing promise of hope
is deep inside of this confusion with me, I know.
but soon I will let go, and I will do, what I can to let love take control.
I will do what I can to let this love take control.

Cause confusion of who you need me to be has stricken me,
but Love has no weapons, and Love is never fighting,
so why are we when love was the original intention of this home that we built in our sleep?

Every night I lie awake, and I know my heart will break,
but what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it's happening to you.
Every night I lie awake, and I know my heart will break,
but what hurts the most is knowing, knowing it's happening to you.

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