some moments seems so pretty, with their stars and dim lights.
soft and breathy.
then there are those moments that seem to hurt a lot, you come home, and you realize that your in trouble, yeah.

those pretty moments, they go away more often than i'd like them to.
i'm a little bit jealous of ignorance, it's easier to love when you don't know.
easy things don't give that much satisfaction do they?
and
theres a lot of things i'd like to know, but somehow i'm glad that i don't know them
and theres a lot of thing i don't understand, but somehow i'm ok with that.

i'm ok with all of this, in case it mattered, which i know it doesn't.
but i'm ok with that too.