You want my heart, but you want to impart;
You must take one away: the fear or the faith
But you can’t make a choice with all that mental noise
Your paralyzing vacillation will silence your voice

Pick the first one when it’s ripe & the next as you grab
Every rotten apple hanging low down on the branch
The scarlet turns to blush, just as your shame will fade
With every small transgression, you will think you have it made

Please don’t take yourself so serious
& Please don’t make this out to be more than it is
‘Cause I don’t want to fight, so keep a tight hold on your pride
Don’t let our love get in the way of our life

Take a good look at the sky with mercy in your eyes
Breathe into every orifice; breathe out your disguise
It’s gonna hurt; you’re gonna see
That the only burden you’ve imposed is your own misery

The tar black rain falls thick & your skin feels slick
& You can’t find your own hands to raise in prayer or in edict

Your habit, so ingrained; your mind’s a mesh balloon
But ain’t no hot air to carry you through misty afternoons

Please don’t take yourself so serious
& Please don’t make this out to be more than it is
‘Cause I don’t want to fight, so keep a tight hold on your pride
Don’t let our love get in the way of our life

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