Action Is The Anecdote

Maybe I’ll be broken like the bones that carry me
Living life so lifelessly
Or I could be a good scene in a bad dream
I could make it something beautiful
And just tare it away from what you don’t believe in
You’re dying like this living sideways (I’ve been living like this all along.)
I can see that what we have is a problem here, and I could be something better if you love me dear
Stop, stop with the time you’re wasting (turn my back and run away)
I can see that the closest thing to perfect is the farthest thing from me
Then I could make you love me and just me
And everything would be beautiful
And they could count down the days as we both die
You can’t stand the sound of silence (You’re going to live your life alone.)