The Perfect Shape

He’s a witness to the perfect shape of life.
Gentle and forgiving, he wants to give you insight.
But this balancing act — these delicates and breakables —
oh, they distract. He didn’t make these rules.
And everyday his secret finds a darker place to hide.
Your world is slowly blinding him, his eyes stuck open wide.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He’s been struggling to somehow just remember
the truth he always had. He thought he’d know forever.
But these trivia attacks — this meaningless consumption —
oh, it distracts. He clings to oblivion.
And everyday his secret finds a darker place to hide.
Your world is slowly blinding him, his eyes stuck open wide.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He knows what makes your life worth living.
He can show you all-forgiving.
He can explain love in perfect detail.
He doesn’t want anyone to fail.
And everyday his secret finds a darker place to hide.
Your world is slowly blinding him, his eyes stuck open wide.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know.