At times I've shouted out unprovoked, at the world and you
Just to see if the people around me react
Sometimes I think they're all acting
At times I'm scared that I'm acting too, like
My movements or staged directions?
Was that a change in topic or a beat in the scene?
Have I been taking my emotional cues
From a script I wrote at sixteen?
Maybe I just think about it all so much
That the fear stays close to all the ghosts I've touched
Makes me question, was it love or just lust?
Caked in blood or old rust? I don't know
Don't we remember all the moments, we remember the best
Framed in poems and in pictures, sang aloud in refrains
Does this cycle of pain and disdain for the past
Not work exactly the same?
Maybe it's just as much about what comes our way
As it is about how we react
Just as much about the things that we've still got
As it is about the things we lack
I know we won't always keep around those we feel we need
Some will fade into frames, some were born to leave
But if we're still here, and we still breathe
At least we've still got time
To figure it out
To know what to do, to know how to feel
Know the things that I've been making up inside my head
And to know what's real
I want to believe
That the way I am, is just the way it goes
For the things that came, not the things I chose
To come
I want to know if I had any control
I want to know if it'd comfort me
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it
I want to know all the love I've got
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute
I want to know if a curtain drops
And if my heart just stops, pack my memories in it
I want to know all the love I've got
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute
I want to know if a curtain drops
(I want to know, I want to know)
And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute
I want to know if a curtain drops
And if my heart just stops
I want to know if a curtain drops