(lyrics not poem) [To Write love in her arms, was an increassing trend towards denial..really, but not really]
I’m just gods personal joke,
I’m the puppet while he pulls the strings,
Oh baby, watch me dance, dance.
But isn’t that just it?
Aren’t we all,
Just as helpless as the next person?
Just as trapped as the ink between your pen and paper, baby?
Aren’t we just as trained, like a circle, running round and round with no were to go, and no were to end?
Honestly baby, why weren’t our lives the same?
Did something get tangled along the way?
You never gave me a second chance, baby,
But boys will be boys,
Boys will be boys.
We’re like helpless puppets,
With just not enough slack in our strings?
Tell me, why do I mindlessly walk down this twisted road with no signs, and no ends.
I’m trying to take route 66 back to you, baby,
But how can I, if I’m bind?
How can I…if I…
Is this all because of those few lies?
Is this just it?
Why we can’t go on?
Because I let you slip,
Is this why I’m lost in hopeless thoughts,
And roads with no signs of an end?
We both, we are, we are in this sinking ship, heading for the rocks.
We were desperately seeking purpose,
Fake was the new trend,
And sadly, hunny,
We were in style.
Sadly baby, sadly.
I’m just gods personal joke,
I’m the puppet while he pulls the strings,
Oh baby, watch me dance, dance.
But isn’t that just it?
Aren’t we all,
Just as helpless as the next person?
Just as trapped as the ink between your pen and paper, baby?
Aren’t we just as trained, like a circle, running round and round with no were to go and no were to end?
I’m sorry I tried baby, I’m sorry, maybe next time.
But just for the record,
I thought we had a chance,
But how can I come back,
If I am blind?
I can’t see?
If I can’t see the roads, and the signs,
Leading back to you?
I’m done I tried.
We both, we are, we are in this sinking ship, heading for the rocks.
We’re just gods personal joke,
We’re the puppet,
While he pulls the strings,
So lets dance, dance,
Seeing as we have no choice,
Let’s just dance, dance…
I’m the puppet while he pulls the strings,
Oh baby, watch me dance, dance.
But isn’t that just it?
Aren’t we all,
Just as helpless as the next person?
Just as trapped as the ink between your pen and paper, baby?
Aren’t we just as trained, like a circle, running round and round with no were to go, and no were to end?
Honestly baby, why weren’t our lives the same?
Did something get tangled along the way?
You never gave me a second chance, baby,
But boys will be boys,
Boys will be boys.
We’re like helpless puppets,
With just not enough slack in our strings?
Tell me, why do I mindlessly walk down this twisted road with no signs, and no ends.
I’m trying to take route 66 back to you, baby,
But how can I, if I’m bind?
How can I…if I…
Is this all because of those few lies?
Is this just it?
Why we can’t go on?
Because I let you slip,
Is this why I’m lost in hopeless thoughts,
And roads with no signs of an end?
We both, we are, we are in this sinking ship, heading for the rocks.
We were desperately seeking purpose,
Fake was the new trend,
And sadly, hunny,
We were in style.
Sadly baby, sadly.
I’m just gods personal joke,
I’m the puppet while he pulls the strings,
Oh baby, watch me dance, dance.
But isn’t that just it?
Aren’t we all,
Just as helpless as the next person?
Just as trapped as the ink between your pen and paper, baby?
Aren’t we just as trained, like a circle, running round and round with no were to go and no were to end?
I’m sorry I tried baby, I’m sorry, maybe next time.
But just for the record,
I thought we had a chance,
But how can I come back,
If I am blind?
I can’t see?
If I can’t see the roads, and the signs,
Leading back to you?
I’m done I tried.
We both, we are, we are in this sinking ship, heading for the rocks.
We’re just gods personal joke,
We’re the puppet,
While he pulls the strings,
So lets dance, dance,
Seeing as we have no choice,
Let’s just dance, dance…