Straight Lines

There’s nothing here we should fear but the nothing

Nothing meant could prevent our arrival

But somehow here in the somewhere there’s something

Like smoke that chokes our revival

 

We both know we’re nowhere near it

But we won’t go and do what’s right

We both know we need to hear it

So why don’t we talk in straight lines

There were times when the lines that you should have heard

Ended torn in a swarm of directions

We lose so much when we touch up the right words

That we get lost in the cost of perfection