Should’ve realized all those stories were unreal
Must’ve been the dryness from that kiss we sealed
What if all these memories insist on keeping track?
The same old ideas from yore will tend to come back

No worries about whatever makes you perplexed
A text without a context is just a pretext

Rocky roads, not the ones we sowed
Have torn apart once intertwined hearts
Wind will blow just as cold as snow
And make me start to feel ingenuity and art

There’s something deep inside that feels so bitter-sweet
Fleeting glimpses at the sand and then back to my feet
Should I try to do things that go beyond my volition?
I reckon life’s more complicated than a mere audition

Nobody’s ever said things could go so wrong
No anxiety has ever taken so long

Rocky roads, not the ones we sowed
Have torn apart once intertwined hearts
Wind will blow just as cold as snow
And start to make me feel ingenuity and art

This whole time I thought I’d overcome
Things that proved to be so fearsome

(Rocky roads, not the ones we sowed
Have torn us all apart…)

Rocky roads, not the ones we sowed
Have torn apart once intertwined hearts
Wind will blow just as cold as snow
And make me start to feel…