Black Violets

You can't make a blind man see,
And you can't make an atheist believe.
Their faith is even more unshakable then an evangelist.
And there is no real reality, only what we choose to see.

So, bless us all. We're all we have.
The world is big and isolate.
Filled with billions of souls that will never know real touch.
Never be able to truly be understood, or understand (even themselves).

And we are among the ghost people now.
It must have all ended up that way for a reason.
I'll always believe in something more divine...
So I guess, it's not all bad, now is it love?

You have your path and I have mine.
It was only briefly that they were ever meant to intertwine.

And I was tied into knots as you played with my insides
To get through another day with a fraction less of pain.
We played house in two different worlds, we tried to build
Our dreams together with old blocks from the Seventies,
But not one of the pieces ever fit even as we burned the
Wood into compromised shapes we'd both settle for just so
We wouldn't have to be alone.

We were always alone.

Saying anything to the contrary just wouldn't do us any justice.
Just another lie for the confusion we tried to rationalize.
Maybe we've already run out of road
And we're sitting at the end of it parked in rebellion of the stars.

I know from experience that those stars always win.
I'd rather you live without me then see your Will bent,
And we both know mine is stronger then my need for happiness.

So you go your way, and I'll go mine.
Say what you want, believe what you think you know
In the end none of the subtext matters
There is only two ways left to go.

In a moment where time was confused,
We came together on antique trains going nowhere.
We shared a few meals, and exchanged built up sentiments.
We looked at old memory books and saw where ours
Had merged... and where it would split just as randomly
As we were brought together.

How we pretended the latter didn't have to be significant.

You don't know how to love anymore, although you
Shared how you once did, but you always knew drugs
and it's easy to confuse the two. People are your
Morphine to cover up the pain of that emptiness
You're still trying to organize into something real.

And you will...
But we were never a team. We were solitary soldiers
Fighting different wars. You never could let me in as
Selfish as you are, but I forgive you.
I was never perfect either, just less afraid to look
Inside at what is ruined.

It must have all ended up that way for a reason.
I'll always believe in something more divine...
So I guess, it's not all bad, now is it love?

You know me well enough to know,
I'll never stop trying to save the world, and
We won't always be one of the ghost people.

No worries, and no debts...
Just some pain and quiet violence.
No fake dreams and no regrets
Just the rustling of the spirits in your old room at night
Black games and violets.

You have your path and I have mine.
It was only briefly that they were ever meant to intertwine.