Days of old I envy, much realer all these feelings were
Now it seems it’s so fast-paced that every day and night’s a blur
Heartfelt talks under the stars are now boxed into tiny screens
And half the time when she’s not here I can’t tell what the message means
Context comes when eyes see eyes, the words we hear and understand
Its more sincere when we’re both here, when we can touch and hold a hand
I know the world’s exciting and the crowd is always calling us
But these things take the substance out and make love seem superfluous
Right now real is hard to find and so much harder to hold on
Those blissful eyes are nice, I know, but once you blink they might be gone
Why is it that we seem to care more for our fears than what we love
Emotions push, we build a wall, just to make sure they don’t shove
Its like we’re not supposed to feel or open up for weakness sake
Well I don’t want to live that way I want my soul to stay awake
I want to feel the ups and downs, and everything that’s in between
To know why I’ve been doing this, to know what all of it might mean
