Nothing Was Different

Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to ignore

The smallest problem hidden in the smallest church mouse

We hide our emotions but I found out

They’re just live animals hiding in a glass house

I can’t let them out or even let them change somehow

But that’s all I can tell you now

‘Cause I’m not ready to tell you

Everything I want you to know

But I’m ready to trust you

Or at least I’m ready to let love show

I spent the last few years chasing my desires

And I found out I was just chasing my own demons

When I found desire in you, you called my words excuses

But I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons

Simple execution of neglect and preparation

For something hidden in a deeply rooted promise

That will always speak my mind

But sometimes my mind will be mistaken

Me and my friends, we’re not the type of people to leave room for error

But I make enough errors to leave an empty room in my heart

And with no one to turn the lights on my heart lives in the dark

I will hide the light until you ask for it to ignite

Because the truth is bright but hidden in plain sight

Deep within the dark pools of your eyes

The deep secrets cold as ice but sharp as a knife

That feeling of real vibes

Hidden deep inside my dark feeling

That I’m just depressions trophy wife

A sight to exemplify surviving the night

'Cause me and my friends, we never get in trouble

But we are a troubled bunch

Hope lies within our potential, deep within the rubble

Hoping that light will touch

A hypocritical statement, a blatant placement of words

That only have purpose if you strike a match and ignite them

And there you go we solved the problem for darkness

But reinstated a purpose of hatred

Within the deep desires we developed

To envelope the cyclical deep desires

Of desiring deep connections

To add depth to the thick skin of our emptiness

Questioning, representing messages

Of necessary self-fulfillment

Some are satisfied with their instinct

To survive through the storm of darkness

Others call it selfishness

But me and my friends, we don’t subscribe

To the cloud of confusion found

In questioning what turns the lights on

No, we never ask

Me and my friends, we see the light on and celebrate regardless

But sometimes the light doesn’t matter when we wear a mask

So what is gained if this isn’t me?

It’s like having lungs but no ability to breathe

I guess the light exposed the fact

That acceptance became a dead end

And it’s the only conclusion I can see

Cause some day maybe

The identity of “me and my friends” will just be “me.”

But with this mask it doesn’t matter how bright the lights are

Cause I don’t know who I am, I don’t know who I am

Unless it’s me and my friends