there s a stain on your shirt from where you spilled the red wine i almost remember it was over there by the piano now you re forcing the liquor down your throat it s not pleasant but hey we need to forget cause you tried so hard to get inside her head the secret is out you were weak all along i hear the laughter in the next room my thoughts scatter it s as if they don t want to be found out how do i keep going how do i sleep at night it s like happiness it s a goal we chase we obtain and then it slips through our finger tips the mistakes we made we learn from them or we learn how to make them again i want to look in from the outside i d make my own rules i d stand on something other than this sphere it would be more like a box full of second chances