I know that control is an illusion, I know this, damn it
But my face and my thoughts will never let it be
Born of a mind that tends to take harried walks with no shoes
My dreams are made of concrete and barbed wire
The sex never coming to fruition, the vampires dining as friends watch.
You tell me everything will be alright and I swim against
the current
And regardless of the trial you are right every time, crisis averted
The clock is reset and the tide flows in, smooth and even
Interrupted once again by the storms in my heart
Intuition is an all day sucker and I am always here to say, what if?