None of These Things

We used to be nothing but smart
Fresh from the thrill with love in our hearts
We used to spend no time apart
Fresh from the kill with blood on our palms
You used to see nothing but me
There was a time I set your heart free
I thought you saw nothing but her
Your vision was pure, my vision was blurred
None of these things are true
Until you make them true
And you can make them true
None of these things are true
But you can make them true
And you can make them true
I thought I caught your light in my hand
My notion was poor, the limits were grand
I think too much and act even less
The pain starts to smart, it’s you I undress
None of these things are true
Until you make them true
And you can make them true
None of this ruins you
Unless you make it true
And you can make it true