it’s such a lovely trap, we fell right into that,
everyone wants to be somebody’s destiny,
and so we fudge a bit, we try to make things fit,
no one gave us a map, it’s such a lovely trap..
one part biology, two parts: our families,
a longing to go home, fear we’ll end up alone,
and so we reached for stuff that looked a lot like love,
and we convinced ourselves that this was close enough,
something to fill the space between our heart and gut,
but what we need’s not what we want..
if we could clearly see who we were born to be,
beneath the brokenness, under the artifice, then
we could not help be true, we’d love as children do,
but that’s a lot to ask, yeah, that’s a harder task,
and so we reach for stuff that looks a lot like love,
and we convince ourselves it must be close enough,
so we fudge a bit, we try to make things fit,
no one gave us a map, it’s such a lovely trap...