Compromise Is The Elusive Butterfly

True yes, we can erase things from our minds
As easily as turning our heads or closing the blinds
At what cost our forced forgetfulness
Breathe, stop, rest, another mess.
Forced to adjust my view
As though you thought I never knew
Life's a coin-toss
How will I pull through?

When spring leads to summers's dry air
We can forget every care that we had last year
To fault is to finish every word that I say
Even when I'm holding my breath

It doesn't have to be like this anymore.