DET - Fucked Up

So this is what it be like?

Everything bathed in a harsh bright light?

Things look slightly askew

Surging emotion obscures the view

Reaching out for something to hold

Slow motion realities starts to unfold

It’s all strangely serene

A white pulse made out of screams

Life is so fleeting, why make it less?

Endless potential, bottomless regret

Why is the impact so immense?

Maybe because I worry it could have been me instead

One day soon we’ll catch up again

Awkward words with forgotten friends

Now just flashes on the screen

Why is the past so pristine?

Condolences are sputtered and meek

But more at hand than the answers we seek

The floor drops out at the brink

The brightest stars start to sink

Life is so fleeting, why make it less?

Endless potential, bottomless regret

Why is the impact so immense?

Maybe because I worry it could have been me instead

It’s always on my conscience

It all weighs on my conscience

It all plays on the conscience

Life is so fleeting, why make it less?

Endless potential, bottomless regret

Why is the impact so immense?

Maybe I know it could have been me instead

It’s always on my conscience

It all weighs on my conscience

It all plays on the conscience

It’s always on my conscience

It all weighs on my conscience

It all plays on the conscience

It’s always on my conscience

It all weighs on my conscience

It all plays on the conscience