and when the shift was over and you tapped me on the shoulder for attention
you broke the stare that i had found myself a comfort zone into
it wasn't funny but the act of wasting money was tradition
and present company had narrowed all the options left to do

a recent study asked the laymen all their opinions
and with a small degree of error they were all the same
and there was nothing left to feel
for us to know the pain, the pleasure, the highs, the lows
and there was no one left who cared enough to make the claim

and now the future was free
and the present exciting (cmon)
as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy

the mood was daring so we spent the evening sharing our convictions
uneasy moments quickly shifted conversation back to you
and though we're grinning i can see a fresh beginning of dissention
although the awkwardness of make-believe was hardly something new

it seemed the perfect time to start up with a new addiction
to pass the time obsessing over something new
soon there was nothing left to feel
for us to know the pain, the pleasure, the highs, the lows
and the time we spent in silence was the last thing left to do

and now the future was free
and the present exciting (cmon)
as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy

it was degrading but i was appreciating the attention (yea)
the simple words and gestures were the safety that we hide behind
it wasn't spoken but the time elapse has broken the affection
and knowing failure was an option gave the only piece of mind
now the future was free and the present exciting
and soon the past will always leave an open doorway back to you

to you, to you