Ballad of the Lady, Warm and Real
lyrics and music by RDO
The laws about the ways of interaction seem to change our minds. Suffering the silences and picking out the questions. Am I wrong? Am I scared? Am I stuck and just assuming?
Well, I swear I heard you whispering before I jumped awake. The thought of it was soothing. But the fact that it was fake was disconcerting.
You knew better than to open all the way. I, the skeptic, couldn't take it. I couldn't face it; could not get enough of you. I surrender to the parts of you I crave. I gave up firm direction for the sake of love just like I always do.
So predictable; so damn insecure. And I'm sure that you resent me, but I've never been so sure that I'm unsure.
Distance has an echo if you're listening hard enough. It seems the paid attention is the catalyst for what your fear decrees as your sustainable, appropriate disguise, like: I think you're beautiful when you decide that no one understands you. You're so crazy, you're so shocking, and everyone is subject to it.
And I know it's just the evidence you leave for me to find. I know that you can't trust me. I know that I can't stand that feeling.
Quick, write down a list of all the things you'd want to say. Preach to the teary candle light the story of the faker and the change.
Far across the fields and out beyond the world is the vision of a girl in all her pain and I still taste her crying.