BACKWARDS

When you go, you think you’ll never see her again.
You know that when you rupture your own ship,
You’re fated to sink – down.
Throats of fire at each other,
Aren’t involved with another.
It’s supposed to be machineries
Compatable with anything.
When was the last time that you checked yours?

Passing out affections for a while,
Peeling off exactly what we try to hide.
We give, we take, forget, forsake –
I think we’re going backwards.
On a primrose path you’re walking down,
Everything you wanted, but you can’t turn back now.
We give, we take, forget, forsake
I think we’re going backwards –

When you’ve finally got it teamed, and you know it
And these frames, they’re on repeat,
Yeah, you know it!
That when the changes were made –
The situation saved –
But time won’t abate: the wrinkles never fade.

Why go around and try and face them?
Why go around and try and down?
I’ve gone around and tried to face them.
Things go around and come again,
Circulate around my mind.
Why are you pushing, when it fits so very well?
It fits so well.

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