Paragraphs in an unread story
Floating off the sorry page
Lifted up on a breeze that blows them off to a friendlier age
I took them inside, kept them alive in a wicker cage
I got it all wrong
Fists in the face, knives in the back
Pains in the a** accumulate in stacks
Right up in my face, but still I couldn't see
Just another thing that everybody knows but me
Never once did I doubt your pa**ion
Everything I said was true
I just left out a few key details in my impression of you
I was raised on a moral code, and I thought it would see me through
But I got it all wrong