Nature  Vs.  Nurture  -  The  Fall  Of  Troy

And  it  begins

I  toss  and  turn

But  things  could  be  much  worse

Hurry  up  and  wait

This  convoluted  state,  induced  by  you

And  the  loaded  things  we  say

Whoaaa,  whoaaaa,  whoaaaaaaaaaaa  (x2)

You're  gonna  miss,  gonna  miss,  gonna  miss  me  someday  (x2)

The  siren  sings  to  pull  you  in

As  things  are  wearing  thin

The  time  it  takes

Before  you  break

Let  me  introduce  myself

My  name  is  fate

Whoaaa,  whoaaaawhoaaaaaaaaaaa  (x2)

You're  gonna  miss,  gonna  miss,  gonna  miss  me  someday  (x2)

You're  gotta  take  your  time  with  things  like  these

All  that  you  want  is  someone  to  ask  for  apologies

For  things  that  don't  exist  

They  just  don't  make  sense

So  much  pretense

April  5th

I  arise  with  chapped  lips

And  the  babbling  of  nonsense  over  the  TV's  dull  hiss

The  events  of  April  4th  align  just  a  little  more

than  the  infatuated  roar  of  the  kids  across  the  street

though  they  speak  not  to  me

they  go  deeper  than  my  worry

with  a  friend  of  a  friend  who  at  a  bar  last  night  told  me  that  they  loved  me

but  it  must've  been  the  Bacardi

that  had  her  hanging  off  me,  and  saying  things  she'd  do  to  me

Why  do  these  still  haunt  me?!?!