Is This a Joke?

They see through me don't they
Could it be an epiphany
To pull me from my old ways
I don't know what you're talking about
What's fallen on you lately
We were in the sea it's a mystery
Chased out of lazy Sundays
Always somewhere else

Too slow to move
And when I do
Wonder why you're not moving too
Sounds like a joke that's been overused
Can you stand this

What objective truth
Could ever make us happy
Scrambling waning values
Trying to make you want me

Too slow to move
And when I do
Wonder why you're not moving too
Sounds like a joke that I've overused
Can you stand this
What objective truth
Could ever let you want me



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Allen
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