Your demand’s unrealistic

Your demand’s unrealistic, because this is how it is,

Or perhaps you’re just sadistic and don’t mind your own biz.

And perhaps misunderstanding is to blame for our screw-ups, 

We were living simply dandy, between downs and the ups. 

We were flying, damn the others, but it’s decent to pretend, 

Dug through memories, no bother, and sometimes it’s cool to vent. 

And sometimes it’s nice to prosper, moving forth in unison, 

Yet you always heard the whisper, like a distant numbing song. 

Yet you always tried it slower, but the world is just too fast, 

Every time you’d drop it lower, it’s like shaking off the rust. 

It’s like shaking over nothing, like emotions only hurt, 

It’s like losing, gushing, blushing, and replacing with retort. 

It’s like nothing really matters, and Metallica is right, 

Might as well be writing letters and don’t let em see the light. 

Might as well be screaming loud, or go hiding in the sheets, 

If it’s senseless, why the drama, why not go move to beats? 

Why not go dream a little? Why belittle what you want? 

Your resolve is never brittle, but your sanctity’s a front. 

Only thing to stop your conquests lies within, as if asleep, 

Tailspin of your adventures wasn’t ever all that deep. 

So perhaps to the beginning we return, as if a must, 

This is not about winning, this is not about lust.