Future was free

And when the shift was over and you tapped me on the shoulder for attention...
You broke the stare that I had found myself a comfort zone into.

It wasn't funny but the act of wasting money was tradition...
And present company had narrowed all the options left to do.

A recent study asked the laymen all their opinions...
And with a small degree of error they were all the same.

And there was nothing left to feel, for us to know...
The Pain, the Pleasure, the Highs, the Lows...
And there was no one left who cared enough to make the claim:

And now the future was free, and the present exciting
(Come On!) as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy...

The mood was daring so we spent the evening sharing our convictions,
uneasy moments quickly shifted conversation back to you.

And though we're grinning I can see a fresh beginning of dissention.
Although the awkwardness of make-believe was hardly something new.

It seemed the perfect time to start up with a new addiction...
To pass the time obsessing over something new.

And there was nothing left to feel, for us to know...
The Pain, the Pleasure, the Highs, the Lows...
and the time we spent in silence was the last thing left to do.

And now the future was free, and the present exciting
(Come On!) as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy...

And now the future was free, and the present exciting
(Come On!) as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy...
)
It was degrading, but I was appreciating the attention, (Yeah!)
the simple words and gestures were the safety that we hide behind...

It wasn't spoken but the time elapse has broken the affection
And knowing failure was an option gave the only piece of mind...

And now the future was free and the present exciting...
And soon the past will always leave an open doorway...
Back to you, to you, to you.

(tub ring)