glaive
Everything is more complicated than you think
You only see a tenth of what is true
There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make
You can destroy your life at any time you choose
But maybe you won’t know for 20 years
And you may never ever place it to its source
And you only get one chance to play it off
Just try and figure out your own divorce
You cannot say there is no fate, but there is, it’s what we create
And you know the world goes on for eons and еons
You are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a sеcond
Most of your time is spent being dead, or not yet born
But while alive we wait in vain
Wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right (I would pay to see them, ah)
And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. (I would pay to see them, ayy)
And so you spend your time in vague regret (I would pay to see them)
Or vaguer hope that something big would come along (I would, aye)
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
I would pay to see them try
