isn't that

guess you didn’t believe me
when I promised forever
guess I’m kind of like a stalker now
believing we belong together
but isn’t that love
and isn’t that truth
the kind we dream of
as innocent youth
the kind of love they write fairy tales about
well this fairy tale is real beyond a doubt
and you know it’s there inside you
even if you never let it out

lost in the game

i may never have been as happy
as when i was lost in the game
working extra hours and going to school
there was no time for any pain
there was no time for the sorrow
that comes from thinking of what's wrong
that comes from thinking of what's missing
that comes from wondering where you belong
but that takes time to think about life
maybe it's better to be so busy living
that you don't have time to think about life
that is when memory is most forgiving

was i influenced by the spector
of the goal everyone calls success
was i overwhelmed by the pressure
of not making life a big mess
was i taken in by responsibility
is that what growing up is about
under the influence of the influenced
the ones who seem to be without a doubt

I may never have been as happy
as when i was so ignorant
that i forgot what i was doing
and just did it, emanuel kant
when i came to believe in can't
can't rock the boat
can't be free
can't follow dreams
can't be me
can't stop running
can't leave the race
can't waste time on
dreams
i must have replaced
dreams
with a smiley face

was i influenced by the spector
of the goal everyone calls success
was i overwhelmed by the pressure
of not making life a big mess
was i taken in by responsibility
is that what growing up is about
under the influence of the influenced
the ones who seem to be without a doubt

and even if it's just a mask
the pretense is success
and maybe that's the true secret
to peace and happiness

I may never have been so happy
as when i was lost in the game
(fade out)

when I was physical

there was a time when I was so inspired
to feel I could not live without
the vision of the one I loved
if I could not touch her every day
I ached all over
it's been so long since I felt that way

I don't know when or how my brain was rewired
to to deal with unfulfilled desire
and accept the isolation
of not knowing a lover's touch
and resting easy
as if I never wanted anything that much

somewhere in my memory is a passion
an uncompromised motivation
the pinnical of sensation
the ultimate inspiration

somewhere along the way
I lost the power to give that power
to someone else
so content with myself
what was once the point of this life
is now something else

is there no need in me anymore
and how can I love as I once knew
the passion that I once knew before
I don't know what's left for me to do

if no one can stimulate me now
to make me want to lose control
and give everything I am
I don't know my life's role

the hopefully hopeful romantic
perfect love
that was my highest goal
now I watch and wonder why
did the losing take it's toll
or is it maturity
feels like insanity

somewhere deep inside is a memory
that inspires me
to still want to find someone
who makes me lose control

I recall when I was physical
how it felt to want someone so much
that being with her was my only goal