Testo di Reactionary

There's a stain on your shirt from where you spilled the red wine i almost remember it was over there by the piano now you're forcing the liquor down your throat it's not pleasant but hey, we need to forget 'cause you tried so hard to get inside her head the secret is out, you were weak all along i hear the laughter in the next room my thoughts scatter it's as if they don't want to be found out how do i keep going? how do i sleep at night? it's like happiness, it's a goal we chase, we obtain, and then it slips through our finger tips the mistakes we made we learn from them or we learn how to make them again i want to look in from the outside i'd make my own rules i'd stand on something other than this sphere it would be more like a box full of second chances