Blonde Cecile Wasted Ways Lyrics

Wasted Ways

And then there were two of us
A strong hush drew itself through the two of us and stuck like paste to our wasted ways
Some things don't matter quite so much as they did before now
But some things matter more now
And I'm torn now between what I've sought for so long but never thought I could have
And unhappy phantoms that tug at our calves
So even if we wanted we couldn't reach each other for a hundred years, a hundred sneers,
A thousand more nights and a thousand more queers
Some things don't arise quite so much as they did back then
And some things never happened, but we are fastened to opposite ends of this dueling club clash
To old insults hurled
To scattered splintered bits of our father's worlds
But we're not in that club anymore
We're no longer fighting their war
So why can't we at least try to trudge this gap
We're wasting our time walking the paths of other wizards, other foes, other champs
Why don't we look passed their intentions for us make up our own ways
Speak in our own tongue
There is something distinct here, I can taste it
But I'm having such a hard time trying to embrace it
And this line, this gate is stuck between us
And what is it about this culture that keeps phantoms alive?
Not the walking talking visible kind but the ones that haunt us from the inside
The ones that lock gates
And build up walls off those long flat lines
Nexuses from opposing apparitions
Brick after brick for every inch of emotional distance
And if you don't speak up soon I won't hear you at all
So why don't you speak? Why don't you climb up over that wall?
I'm having a hard time standing at all.