Making Nice

Why do you want me? Why do you want me to be? It's better when we just sit back and see You want me Why do you want me to be? It's better when we just sit back and see I can be what you want me to be Anything but me, if you want me to see I'll try to see what is wrong with me Making nice, making marks, making mends, believe Got off track, taking things back I'll color in the lines and I'll bend the hacks Fill in, refine what we lack lack lack But we never settled out our reflection cracks So set off we're making mends with the ends I'm better and so are most of our friends I'm better and so are most of our friends I keep running back and talking back to a thing that never settled itself I swear to you I'm better than before I fear you think we've already settled the score But there's more to this mess than the stress and the chore Can't ignore this test, I know what a pyre is for Running back, burning back, it all falls off Choking down reality 'til the chains fall off Broken old me trying not to call it off Token old me longs for all that wasn't off Why do you want me? Why do you want me to be? It's better when we just sit back and see You want me Why do you want me to be? It's better when we just sit back and see I keep running back and talking back to a thing that never settled itself Doesn't matter how many times we go back to the beginning Doesn't matter how much we repeat another inning Clocks tick time, time is never ending Seasons cycle in our mind, a garden needs tending Our friends are better now it's written on their faces Pain and joy and frowns turn into frontal spaces Mends with the ends within my frantic paces Minds burn and bend, setting off to new places So set off we're making mends with the ends I'm better and so are most of our friends I'm better and so are most of our friends I keep running back and talking back to a thing that never settled itself