Midwest Mistrust

Now open the door, let the sound resinate from where we used to sit alone.
It's a spark to end the silence, and you've become a trace of what you used to hate.
Speaking of the lightness of the world, I was like a fool before I learned.
and all this time, its been a dream to live like death, with all your mistakes.
It's a piece of something that you cannot save.
You're gone, lost within yourself.
and as the world turns you've got to deal with the controlling.
So far, I thought you came for something.
A chance to live on our own.
I'll sink, every time you sulk I'll be the one to tear you from this brutal world.
and we'll charish every trip and stumble, laughing as the world crumbles