Sometimes hope is all anyone can afford

Memory is a bastard
Determined to polish the past
Shine bittersweet memories
And then betray you one day
When reality is standing there staring you in the eye

It's a cruel realization
Freeing,stubborn,raging
Confused neon yuppy
Comb your hair
Put on a suit
Feel a little more like part of society
Smile big for the camera

Your self-imposed torture tames me
I realize I can't stop it
You aren't even aware I care
You're slipping
Right into everything
You always believed you needed

But is it really your hope?
Your sweaty summer dreams
Are they filled with truths of the rigid framework
Or just naked women writhing in your name?
They are a flock of committed complacents
You are an unsure idealist
I could help you see it

But you won't let me
I think I can understand the sequence
No more bothered men
No more high school excuses testing the will of my fate
Things have stunted in a foolish sandtrap
Pity is people looking for an easy out
When the whip cracks like thunder
They fake a fall and claim immobility
In small doses it teaches compassion
But misplaced it shall bury you in roundabout sorrow

What can be so bad about challenging the darkness?
At most you may stumble in the shadows for a time
But eventually you feel a bump under your finger
And realize it's exactly what you've been looking for

 

i especially like that first line. memory is a bastard, determined to polish the past.