How It Got Started

I want to take photographs of things that are real

But science does not come to my aid

It brings forth these questions and theories I feel

It opposes and challenges my faith

Like why does the grass grow?

The leaves turn and fall?'

The moon that draws back all those waves?

And how'd it get started? We couldn't recall

That's knowledge too great to be retained

She told me that she never liked my opinions

Call them askew and a waste of her time

Instead of writing each song with some meaning

All you do is lie boy, you lie boy you lie

So what if I've got my convictions

When the day is done I can say I tried

Because I can't stop the world from spinning

But what I can do is take her out of my life

I must choose wisely the next note that I play

It determines the rest of the strain

The rhythm, the arrangement and melodies made

It's the only thing keeping me sane

That's why I absorb myself deep in each song

In hopes that it whisks me away

But the parts never last long enough and the chords growing faint

And eventually the band leaves the stage

She told me that she never loved me for my music

Called it abrasive and tasteless and trite

Instead of singing each song with some feeling

All you do it whine boy, you whine, boy you whine

Watch me as I won't accept her position

Turned calloused and biased over night (over time)

I tip my head to the side just grinning

Singing darling I never loved you for your mind

I must act quickly before it's too late

Time is neither your friend nor mine

It's been tracking me closely every move that I make

Waiting to strike!