Friendly Crossfire - Hotel Books

Sometimes even tolerance is void of compassion

So I’ll ask if we can somehow ration

Some fashion room for fast action, removal of passion

From the last stand we took against happenstance and

Move past the future of perfection with conviction

A numbness of remission or retreat of mission

Until we’re fishing for compliments and opposite opinions

And strategically place neglect of excuses

I’ve buried enough dreams, I’ve cut out the wrong seams

Stitch up these guts, let’s make us love, let’s make us bleed

It’s what we need, conform no facade baby

Make me believe it, make me see

It’s fortified past the bonified excuse past the lucid bigotry

I am the composition of notes to a melody

We’re sung by a chorus of familiar sympathy

I’m not worried about singing in key

With the confrontation of conformity

I’m just worried about you listening

I guess I was too much to ask for

I guess I don’t know who I am anymore

I’m sorry, I’m sorry

I am confiding finally

Take this gun from me

I’m not going anywhere until these demons start to leave

I spoke in the tongues of angels, but every floral arrangement

Still didn’t turn human beings back into ideologies

They are all so much less threatening, shielded by the pulpit

A clashing gong doesn’t ring as deep as my pockets seem

With hands buried as far as the east is from the thirsty light

I love social justice just enough to smoke it socially

Like fear is the opposite of love, so let it be a lie regardless

I never knew you or your idol theology

I’m on my broken knees

Begging for your voice to see

I’m on my broken knees

Hoping these demons will finally leave

What if this is all a lie?

What if this is all a lie?

What if this is all a lie?

Then I don’t have to try

Promise me it’s all a lie

Promise me we’re just a lie

Promise me it’s all a lie

It’s all a lie

So I don’t have to try