Megawatt Eyes

Sick of sad songs written in parallel lines.
Because idealistic isn't always realistic,
And lines are made meet and be danced upon:
Love and leave, black and grey, no and maybe.
Insisted that I missed you three times over,
With two fingers crossed and one eye closed.

You're a match the way you either burn or break,
I stick around to witness, but got sick of loyalty:
Hired a distraction that got distracted by you.
Hidden irony burns, (like the person you are.)
Felt a lot safer when you were here, and there,
But really, what's changed? Are you blinded by yourself?