I never started what I finished but I finished what I didn't start
And when you told me you adored me did you do it just to watch me fall apart?
If it's a just a game that you play could you, please say tell me what the rules are?
Did I volunteer somewhere did I sign upon the line while dancing in the dark?
Am I in the dark?
But you know me, and I know you
And I don't know what to do
Does the gravity of logic flout the inertia driven momentum that we have?
Could I stop myself from falling could I hang on to the things I would grasp? flying past?
Why are we sliding into entropy, gliding into apathy, so fast? are we a fad?
Could we quantify the physics could we mystify the mystic and make it last? Make us last?
But I know me, and you know you
And I can't see what to do
If we stopped it now and figured out what we were was never meant to be
If we started now and played it out would we end up wishing we were free
Is this fruit or fiction or just friction from this fractalized fantasy?
Would we wake up in the night wondering if we got it right who's next to me? Who would we be?
But you don't know me and I don't know you
And I think I see what to do
I never started what I finished but I finished what I didn't start