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2005 - 2006 Hear the creaking on the front porch
As we sit awkwardly rocking in these chairs
Only breaking the silence, and ice to all our fears
Cause we're not getting anywhere
Other than another moment older
And every second sadder than the other
And furthermore farther apart
The porch light's barely burning these days
I think it's telling us something about our own insides
And the ways we're pretending to still be okay
When we know what we'd find if we honestly looked inside
How does it come to this
Questioning every intention
And wondering why it never fit
The way we meant it to
Fault is a funny thing
It's always yours until you don't accept it
Until you won't accept it
And then you learn to grow
After you finally realize and know
It's not always about dealing out what you feel you owe
How does it come to this
Questioning every intention
And wondering why it always fit
They way you never meant it to
And soon your head forgets the tiring desire to fight back
And you come to realize that not every cause deserves an effect
And that sometimes it's better looking forward than constantly back
And that fault's a funny thing when it's not given the chance to react
