Текст песни bentcomposure - Mixed Matches

To become
Is to believe what you would write
Cause It's never enough when you notice it
And too much feels too light

What is needed
Isn't any prescription left to write
All the ritalin and lexapro
Won't help if you don't try

What we need
Is not to know
But letting it be
With letting go

Tell me the truth
All how you want
Even if we
Both know you're wrong

Could you let me play a bit longer in
The emotion i need to feel again
I had lost what i found in the carelessness
And i think of it way too often

This motivation is leaving my system
How did i lose what i saw as my vision
Same words and songs about loss
With no closure
Dry ran the well with my bending composure

I didn't mean to remind you
But there's a timer to what you're doing
And if you plan all your moments
You just delay what you know is coming

While there's a wick that burns i think about my life
The simple restraints that i should keep at night
And how i could've fallen behind
While moving forward as i designed

On the ground that shakes is where i will stand
To worry bout days that i know have past
I made up my mind and i thought again
Of how you remind me of who i am

We're it up to me i would've quit
Let you know about my selfishness
When we saw potential as infinite
We had drawn the lines of our limits

This motivation is leaving my system
How did i lose what i saw as my vision
Same words and songs about loss
With no closure
Dry ran the well with my bending composure

I never wanted to hurt for you
But it had come with the territory
I see my life in a shade of blue
Where i'm repeating the same old story

Where i wanna be good and where i wanna be loved
But i'm seeing the worst with the time i've got
My gratitude has retired more than i have thought
I wish i were content but i know that i'm not

When the limit will come is when i'll extend
And hurry away from a new found end
I made up my mind and i thought again
That i can't escape what i signed to get

We're it up to me i'd pick again
What i chose to call my passion then
When i saw the sand turned on it's head
Was when love had turned to resentment

This motivation is leaving my system
How did i lose what i saw as my vision
Same words and songs about loss
With no closure
Dry ran the well with my bending composure