Pluralone Save
You know that thing on the tip of your tongue?
Gotta go and search through the files
That thing you shouldn't be saying
Got one go around who you saving it for
Everyone up in arms
You must be alright
Got everything figured out
How many you've hurt along the way
And ignored
You think you're saving us all
But you're driving me away
I don't wanna be saved
See the error of your ways when the era's gone
Save your judgments 'till the mob's gone past
Save your shoulda beens from what you are
Save your opinions for anyone who asks
Save all the pretence for your show, the encore
You're putting us to sleep with all this blah blah blah
I'm here to save you from always thinking it's better before
Nearsighted by far
Adrift wherever you are
I know you see yourself as a tugboat
We're a stalled barge
You think you can save us all
I know you think you can pull us out alone
With your open arms
I see you waving me away
To another place
What if you never lived up to what you think you are
What if you've always been wishing on a dead star
What you perceived to be closed was actually ajar
Hindsight shows just how far off the mark
Building damns, drying reservoirs
What looked so close was actually quite far
