you asked me kindly
back in the worlds to offer
i was supposedly just figuring out what i wanted
maybe i thought it would be harder
maybe i assumed the worst of all i'd seen
i lost what i thought i was getting
i guess i just got used to falling
it doesn't seem possible
the good thoughts i'm having
i don't know if it's because i'm a liar
even though i dont want this accounted of me
i'm forever changing
i'm forever an alternative ending
i guess i couldn't think
with any of my senses
but if you want the whole story
roll out the red carpet
but i'd rather not have it
pulled out from under the dinner table
i guess the point of not being able
to go back and re-do things
is because we don't need to
i tell myself to deserve the best story
i only know that you can expect
black and silver above the bed