Haven t planned for photos and posters
Up on our walls with height of the sky
And pictures of geniuses with ideas so clouded
And people with handguns yet they seem so clear
And they know what their doing
But the me and you thing is still a problem
In this ever-changing lifetime opportunity
To make this work for chances are throw
At us from all directions and yet what do we pick
When theirs so much going on like these bombs
And these people saying that you and me were a couple
Well we weren t so they should know it s a lie

Believe me when I say that your heart
* Your heart* cant paint this picture
With both of us portrayed clearly
And excluding the flying daggers
Not to mention this shell that s over us

I hope you find out soon cuz its killing me
I have about a thousand things on my mind
And only 2 things just stick out
But even I know them so unclear
Keep flying angels and roses in this scene
Why can t we just get this whole big enough?
For an everlasting underground change
While these fools stay above and keep sick
In their wars for money and power but to be honest
I have the most power when I don t care