i don t see things the way that you all do there s no shades of grey no blurring of lines theres right and there s wrong and i ve got no time for the in between this doesn t mean that i am perfect i just have know excuses when i screw up and i always do i envy you it must be so easy without this conscience a curse of clarity sometimes i wish i live a blur it seems so much easier when you convince yourself that everything s fine so you can get some sleep tonight 