I watched you try to care for me and shrugged.
The atheist sees shooting stars
like weighting dice or counting cards

I saw myself say things that weren't enough
To honestly apologize, a gin of truth in tonic lies

My shoe is ever-slowly shifting shape.
Though some would like to think it could
Just end up on the other foot,
It simply wouldn't fit both feet that way.
And both perspectives fit me well, the guy who waits way too long to tell the truth

So pack the car in silence and we'll go
We should only say goodbye, anything else would be a lie
Cause how are you supposed to take me home
When you don't love me anymore?
When we don't love this anymore?

I'm straining all the rain from what I drink
To minimize what passion rules, synthetic over natural.
So hopefully the cuts will barely sting
When nothing but a contrivance escapes from my
Much-too-soft skin

My dreams are all from characters and films
Cause not-real people dream a lot,
They know the noble thing to want
But all this stuff just turns, returns to you
Cause if you aren't what noble is
It's clear to me that my life's been pissed away.

I'm straining all the rain from what I drink
To minimize what passion rules, synthetic over natural.
So hopefully the cuts will barely sting
When nothing but a contrivance escapes from my
Much-too-soft skin