Further Seems Forever Against My Better Judgement

With starving appetites for arguments
you remind me of a secret I was never supposed to tell

The time is up, the verdicts in: Everybody's right, everbody wins

Did you know you were a saint?
What a shameful fall from grace
But I'll catch you, I'll catch you

Everybody's waiting for that something they can hold onto
While tripping over our own words to self-dug graves for an excuse to fall
Because every failure's just as sweet as the last

As a dream comes when there are many cares
so the speech of a fool when there are many words
the sun it misses summer in winter.
Didn't you know we wear the same pretentious name?
lets trade for awhile; i'm so curious