So I told her, I said.. I'm the best out there.The best you got.
Then someone said...'did u ever consider that may be it isn't the best she wants'
My skin is burnt
I've come back with a body full of lasting memory
A memory which an outsider , if he got a preview would seem like a perfect story.
I wonder, back when I saw it all falling into place if I ever wondered that someday I may cease to want it formed.
I did want it, no doubt. I loved the feeling, theres evidence.
But I wonder , out loud... may be it never formed cause it would be wrong.
It would be wrong that it happen, even if at a point in time...or make that a long period..it seemed perfect.
But like she said man... may be ideal isn't what its cracked up to be.
But I needed this.
It came. To whack me hard.
It came to shake me up.
The skies they conspired with the spies to make a setting perfect for the play
They followed us. They prompted us. They meddled cause may be a dosage of meddling was required.
And today they ask me....
boy , what now?... are you finally through?
Is it over? Is it done?
As I sighed, I said follow me and find out
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