Love is an awkward rhyme spoken   poorly all the time needing that   one perfect line to have it all   make sense   And it hard to understand your   doing everything you can to see   a format or a plan but you get lost    in your own pretense   And hours seem like days after   confessions and praise, when   inhibition stays along with   thoughts of consequence   In a fit of inspiration and too   much information with no   hesitation to get it off your chest      Chorus   Here I am and as always you      As things start to settle talk to me   on the level you're a victim   and a rebel no matter what you wear   You had your soliloquy and now    you feel guilty, now you feel silly,   real moments are so unfair      Chorus      Some days are meant to be this   sign from god to finally see no    crucifix starts to bleed you only   got your way   And perspective's creeping in but   it's fickle as the wind and you're   proud of all your sins and   everything you've had to say   And no one's seeing through ya   and you don't care do ya this   feeling has immune ya, you   simply walk away   Preaching end of evolution and    counter-revolution you feel an absolution and here you want to say...      Chours