My Fickle Resolve

Sometimes you can't tell fact from fiction Lies from glory, contradictions Running through everything It never seems to make much sense The way you keep me in suspense And you deliver exactly nothing I've often thought when faced with you It's gonna take some strong voodoo To wipe the slate clean, all dirts plead But the sincerity you fear Just makes you much harder to hear Than a butterfly in an air raid And my fickle resolve will be The death of me one day I'm sure You can't suppress if you adore They'll always keep you wanting more You see my problem? Well, it's yours, too I've often punched above my weight And wound up feeling less than great When live incanted a promise If feeling like a rubber band when All of the elastic's dead is normal, well I'm loose man But sticking to the points I've made Can sometimes seem so dull and staid and formal A moose stam And my fickle resolve will be The death of me one day I'm sure My fickle resolve My fickle resolve My fickle resolve My fickle resolve