Balancing theory and reality
One could be a prediction of affliction
But in the present there’s affinity.
What does that mean?
There better be affliction.
Love isn’t right,
It’s the scar healing
the knife.
Grace is often too soft to handle.
When it doesn’t look how you thought
And you don’t want to think that you were wrong
When you said what you needed.
But how would you know back then?
Back when now was just a when?
Back when she was just a friend?
That you would feel the way you’re feeling?
Things change.
Look Down, Be Here 