Warped.
Posted by madmage at 10:13 AM on July 1, 2004.
Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
And roped me in
So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing
I am captivated
I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intentions
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye
And rendered me
So isoloated, so motivated
I am certain now that
So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away
Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...
Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated.
The lines that should never have been crossed, have been. It's not the time anymore to ponder over why, because what's done is done. The concepts of friendship has been perverted and warped beyond even Danielle Steel's ideals, as values are compromised in pursuit of self indulgence. The circle is no more, as it shatters into the smaller nuclear families that beget it in the first place.
Sometimes you wonder if it's worse for the fence sitters; as they watch friends erect invisible barriers between them; as they hear friends lie to each other blatantly; as they see friends attempt to hide their motives from one another. It's worse of a burden indeed, to know so much, and to be so helpless. But it's understood. And I'm rather glad I know where I stand.
You do not judge me, nor should you judge your friends.
You do not force your advice upon me, when it is you that cannot even take your own words.
You do not demand respect that is not due to you, on the merit that it is given to your other half.
And you can never even hope to be half the man I am.
The circles have sealed again. There is no more compromise. Lest I be lost as well to their corruption of virtues.
Vindication is only a knife throw away after all.
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
And roped me in
So mesmerizing, so hypnotizing
I am captivated
I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intentions
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye
And rendered me
So isoloated, so motivated
I am certain now that
So turn
Up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away
Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...
Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated.
The lines that should never have been crossed, have been. It's not the time anymore to ponder over why, because what's done is done. The concepts of friendship has been perverted and warped beyond even Danielle Steel's ideals, as values are compromised in pursuit of self indulgence. The circle is no more, as it shatters into the smaller nuclear families that beget it in the first place.
Sometimes you wonder if it's worse for the fence sitters; as they watch friends erect invisible barriers between them; as they hear friends lie to each other blatantly; as they see friends attempt to hide their motives from one another. It's worse of a burden indeed, to know so much, and to be so helpless. But it's understood. And I'm rather glad I know where I stand.
You do not judge me, nor should you judge your friends.
You do not force your advice upon me, when it is you that cannot even take your own words.
You do not demand respect that is not due to you, on the merit that it is given to your other half.
And you can never even hope to be half the man I am.
The circles have sealed again. There is no more compromise. Lest I be lost as well to their corruption of virtues.
Vindication is only a knife throw away after all.