Lies At My Bedside

Why do I crave a chase I can never obtain the question of the day Research, what more research can be uncovered from a 9 year expedition to find the answer not much more And what do I expect And what do I hope for for them to see something worthy in me for them to believe I'm worth the time for them to say I am everything when I know I'm just nothing but a speck I look in their eyes genuine I look in their eyes honestly and in fair share of disbelief and in fair share of cautiously I get back just wave of the hand to go away completely Am I that much of a painkiller to make me well aware I have no heart for it breaks with distaste from the sour grapes I am forced fed by the lies I lay side by side with but fail to notice Now my words flee the scene for it sounds all the same I wipe my forehead in disgust bow my head in frustration How can I never see those things coming She smiles like a saint curses like a sailor just one of those types and one of those days where I know the joke is on me thank you Dashboard Confessional