The Trust Fund Kids - Make Yourself Decent!

We doubted our love from the rooftops, as the rain began to swell
Once you've tasted heaven, everything else tastes like hell
Not a word of dishonesty, not a word of false modesty, gripping your hand
We watched pedestrians spill into the sidewalk, when the concrete became quicksand

I'm empty, hungry, starving for something I can't discern

And I'd be the one to hold you
When i walk upon the grass
As I walk across a thousand
Pieces of broken glass
That I wish I never meant

It was a tongue of the slip, that drudged up misplaced feelings
I'm so bad at taking my own advice, in all my daily dealings
17 missed messages, 17 mixed messages, lurching forward
Careening on a cliff made of images and appendages
A crows nest of grotesque animals hides behind the artifice kept
It's what you've come to expect, its what you've come to accept

Inseparable bonds won't always, the blade spare
But I'll be bound to raise some eyebrows, and a couple wretched glares
What happens next? Have we had enough
It isn't tough to fall in love, its only tough to stay in love

Written by:
Kevin Connor

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