Whose purpose was purposeless content
To distract you from being content
Written with bitters
Put into my drink
Two people set their sights
On two different things
Whose self-directed determination
Was only self-minded
We parted ways
Or were kept on guard
Ignorant of what’s here
Ignorant of what’s there
Don’t wanna stand in your shadows
Don’t want you to stand in mine
When the might is only fight
No one knows what’s right
Intellect without courage is stupidity’s muse
Like calling someone stupid without even thinking
Ideas without nerve
They are nervous ideals
Your psychology, my bills
Too heavy to pull away from
Don’t want membership in your club
Don’t want to pay any monthly price
No more green lights on glass screens
No facing the face
When you’re suddenly left
With only the ones you don’t burn.
You only see a mirror
And there are no more turns
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