Revert To Type - Number One Son

A sore subject to change discretion leads away the better part of my insight

from me

Should I consider this to gain perspective your way?

Stuck in this place you never wanted to be

So contrived through those eyes

What you hide is subliminal

I would compromise almost anything to see you

Revert to type

Over and over you revert to type

Time and again so you revert to type

Where do I begin with you?

We make our peace again

Subdue and jade within

Another day brings another mood swing

It seems to shadow over things and manifest in dreams

You cast no light though the occasion would seem so contrived

Through those eyes what you hide is subliminal

I would compromise almost anything to see you

Revert to type

Over and over you revert to type

Time and again so you revert to type

Where do I begin with you?

It’s that feeling so divine that won’t mean anything

Is that feeling so divine when I’ve got no more insight?

Revert to type!

Where did you go?

Did you have to go?

I’m left to pick up the pieces again!

What’s right for you?

There’s no right, no right time for you

Revert to type

Over and over you…