Ends Meet

I've been trying to make ends meet
Waking up on the same street
In my dreams we're dancing, I'm standing on your feet
On the way to the venue
I look over and tell you
"I can't wait for the weekend we've got planned, I love you."

But are all good things just built to break?
Can a house be made just by mistake?
If I can't forget the way I always feel
Is that just the deal

This friction is fictional
Intrinsically liminal
To put in your hands
My breakable stance
Well it's easier just to play pretend

I know happiness comes first
Disillusion in excerpts
If I bite my tongue all alone will it still hurt?
Independence from purpose
Well is anything worth it?
Is there comfort in waiting for good days to surface?

What if all good things are built to break?
Can a house be made just by mistake?
If I can't forget the way I always feel
Is that just the deal?

This friction is fictional
Intrinsically liminal
To put in your hands
My breakable stance
Well it's easier just to play pretend
In dreams you're a catalyst
For comfort or detriment
The means to extend from opposite ends
Well it's easier just to play pretend

Is it worth the hurt
Just to tell the truth
To pull the rug beneath
Capture the illusion in my hands
To stand all of me in front of you
Could you be proud to say you associate
And could you face the fates
Tell it to 'em straight
Is this a dream state?
A cycle shaking me awake

My attempts at prediction
Have become an addiction
Just to bandage the wounds that I'm fearing
Are fiction