Danny G - Eros Shrugged (3Way) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Skeptik] I know, that you've seen a lot And I know that you know that the fire is hot And I know what it's like to be forgot While I patiently wait for a shoe to drop Only one way to find out Only takes two eyes to blind doubt Only took three dates to lie down You've been on my mind since and I find now Perspective leaves much to be desired Only get one view point, and that view gets tired The irony being that the things that we're seeing Escape definition, but never lack in meaning Might be bleeding, but every drop serves a purpose Opposite reactions, we dig beneath the surface Can't love anything you won't admit isn't perfect Luckily before that moment, it wouldn't have been worth it Trading promises no one else can hear Eye to eye, and lips to ear Speak in a code that's grown so clear And only leave marks that'll disappear [Verse 2] You know that I've seen a lot And you know that I know that the fire is hot And you know what it's like to be forgot While you patiently wait for a shoe to drop And somehow all of that is a valid excuse If it's really what you want then I'll cut you loose But please just this once, tell me the truth What is it that you think we have to lose? She walked away, maybe that was better We're both smart enough to know there's no forever But does that really mean that we ought to just never Reach our arms out, for the fear they'll be severed? So I reached out and our hands met Her face went as red as a face can get Embraced her briefly, yet the moment dragged on And was gone before I knew it; a real sad song "we're both better for it" she said with a smile Hers was so unique, it cut me with style Watched the door as it came to touch the frame Wishing I knew how to forget a name [Verse 3] They know that we've seen a lot And they know that we know that the fire is hot And they know what it's like to be forgot While they patiently wait for a shoe to drop If love is a battlefield then of course there are casualties Way too many lives entangled, way too casually Growing up these days, the patron saints of apathy And naturally they fill the role happily They watched this little three act play Saw emotions form, and they predictably fade Just some happy kids stuck with the hearts of sad punks Drowning in their id's, and other sad junk Tryna find a path that might not exist Can leave you disillusioned and your insides in a twist So I understand, when they ball up a fist And aim it at the name of all that they've missed Certain truths only wounds reveal Discolored skin when a scab is peeled So I don't pay any mind when they're forming Stars form constellations, and scars tell stories