Black Violets 2.0

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 they would split just as randomly
As when we were first brought together.

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

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.

You can't wave your hand and give a blind man sight
Nor can you make an atheist believe.
And there is no real reality,
Other then what we choose to see.

I was tied into knots as you played with my insides
To get through another day with a fraction less of pain.
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 both agreed on 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 point in the hat for the bewilderment we tried to rationalize.

The railroad has run out, and the train is old. Rusted. Abandoned.
And we're sitting at a halt at the edge of something dangerous still inside
A direct rebellion of the stars.

But, I know from experience that those stars always win.

I'd rather you live on without me then see your Will bent,
And we both know mine is my Religion.
Without it I would die.

You know me well enough to know:
I'll never stop trying to save the world.

Say what you want, and believe what you think you know
In the end none of the subtext matters
There are only two ways left to go.

None of those directions point backwards.

You don't know how to love,
Although you shared how you once did,
But addiction was something that you've always had
And it's easy to confuse the two.

I am the opiate you absorb to cover up the pain of all those
Sharp chaotic shards of emptiness,
You're still trying to rearrange 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 and scared as you were, but I forgive you.

I'll never be perfect either.
Just less and 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?

No worries, and no debts...
Just some pain and silent violence.
No fake dreams and no regrets
Just the rustling of the spirits
Inside your old apartment at night
The Black games and violets
Make you restless as you try to sleep.

But it's not all bad, now is it love?
We won't always be one of the Ghost People.

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