We'll keep working on the problem We know we'll never solve Of love's uneven remainders Our lives are fractions of a whole But if the world could remain within a frame Like a painting on a wall Then I think we'd see the beauty then And stand staring in awe
Chopped some of my hair off because its been too long and like flat feeling like its all dead hair. Maybe its some kind of inner symbolism. Change is coming/ change your hair. No more dead life. Coming back to life?
The world may call it a second chance, But when I came back, it was more of a relapse. Anticipation's on the other line And obsession called while you were out.