La Dispute
앨범 : Tiny Dots

So here goes
One last letter now One last attempt to make sense
Who have I been writing to I'm not sure anymore
What have I been trying to accomplish
It's a mystery, I guess Self made secrecy
Things get cloudy and now all these stories and
The struggle as an undercurrent, both get blurry by the minute both get blurrier
So, which voice is this then that I've been writing in Is it my own or his
Has there ever been a difference between them at all
I don't know I don't know
One last desperate plea One last verse to sing
One last laugh track to accompany the comedy
Have I been losing it completely Losing sanity
Or has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of me
I know I knocked the table over because I watched the jar break
and I've been trying to repair it every single stupid day
But won't the cracks still show no matter how well it's assembled
can I ever just decide to let it die and let you go
All my motives and every single narrative below reflects
that moment when it broke and will I never let it go
No matter what Now I am throwing all the shards away
discarding every fragment, and fumbling uncertain towards a Curtain call
that no one wants to happen
that no ones going to clap for at all, but that still has to be