Stenographer

Why do we do this to ourselves?
It's so absurd how we never learn from things
Well, I've been told that my rigidness won't do me good
It seems they've mistaken determination for stubbornness
And in the view of things to come
I hope the bridges I burn will light the way

I'm caught completely unaware

I swear I never thought that I should care
Or in any way prepare myself for the possibility
That what seemed like an apparition was just pattern recognition
An indication that I'm certainly not where I'm supposed to be

Well I am done and through with feeling so darn helpless
Even in my hiding places

So rough it out and try to find a way
I'm brushing off the price I'll have to pay

I'm sick of clawing at the walls to find some form of comfort
So knock some sense into me and tell me to get by again

Well if you want the rainbow
Won't you come and sit through the rain with me?

Cause I will bury all the doubts and all the woes
In the graves that I have dug
So you can tell me how to love again
Tell me how to love again

We've all been here before, and I know too well
The winter stasis will not thaw
But we could just sit by
And just yearn for something more
And at the end of the day
We'll rough it out and try to find a way

It sucks to know that I can't deny it

I know I lie about many things, but I'm dreading how I miss you