The past looked at me with it's train light eyes
looking into me with a thousand statements
some of them true
How we sour and move
sour and move
How we grow and resign to it all
grow and resign
pieces of moving architecture
just excuses to spend and comment
how you reassure
on the treatise of a solid society
one that won't just
get pulled out from under you
The past sat across from me and played it's hand
the bluffs were extraordinary I swear I'm impressed
Those soft cheeks and innocent accusations
How we cling to youth cling to youth
sour and move grow and resign
Pieces of you sewn to convention
obeying and adoring
feeling the years
how we resist the new trends
pretending we never followed them
bluffing our way through
tricking no one
and only just decieving ourselves
moving sourly in resignation
Right now those eyes meet mine
when I look into them
eyes of accusation
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