floor this interchange-arrangeable lost cause. i don't want true and i don't want beautiful. three seconds past: identify an identity passed along the way. you can't kill insecurity with purity and hopes personified through broken promises and empty hearts. say you don't want me around, yeah say it loud. pause and reflect, this harsh voice: 'good-bye is near'. cause and effect: you're dying here. we're just dying to hear, at moments so insincere. five seconds past: resist. you can't kill insecurity with merely 'maybe' and 'someday', but you've changed a lot this year. fuck today and fuck forever - tomorrow is a promise to no one, but i still believe.