Broken Promises

This is to anyone out there that's listening

From anyone who ever let you down and went missing

Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings

Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men

This is to anyone out there that's listening

From everyone that ever let you down and went missing

Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings

Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men

I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was

Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was

I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest

Because I'm not

And 'cause that ain't how life goes

Broken promise

Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys

I thought it was black and white like that

That I could nurture my good side

But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride

Both on the surface and inside

I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal

Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you

Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica

I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way

And at the time, I meant every single word I would say

Every word of love, and every word of hate

Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate

But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade

Making liars of both the threats and the promises made

But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?

How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?

A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time

How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?

This is to anyone out there that's listening

This is to

This is to anyone out there that's still breathing

I bought a heartbreak hotel

On my own, with no investors

Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast

In loving memory of having loving memories

Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies

Typically poetically dramatic endings

Were once a trademark of mine

Patents pending

And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways

Was always grander than the connections of the early days

When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning

Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans

Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened

An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement

Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered

I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures

An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing

In love with the mere idea of loving something

Always just hunting for that near-life experience

In fear of missing something vital from your own existence

All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted

Less about how you're feeling

More about how you fucking depict it

But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along

That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem

Pedestrian

You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling

Turns out, hell does have a bottom

And heaven, a ceiling

Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake

A face that once summons rage now summons nothing

Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed

Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered

Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it

Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish

But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?

How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?