oh... hey

Its funny how things change so quickly, themes for one night so light they move rather swiftly. Is my tongue not worthy of truth? Doubt it, but our hearts weren't made bulletproof, how bout it? And my eyes weren't made to stare at you. Let's sing the song, do the dance like grown ups do, but they be hurting too, for real? But we can't be real in a world of acute ears and mirrors, the smoke play the roll to keep the lie afloat.  and I just wanna speak past this lump in my throat. Brush it off right, tuck it away from sight. Its a better win coming pass the loss. But its simply not fulfilling like you thought.

©2009 Brandon Breaux