Please excuse my point of view

And allow me to intrude

I have given up on what I thought I knew

And our ignorance is bliss

So we're hiding out in it

And I guess it doesn't matter what we've missed



Would it scare you away if I was sixty-five feet tall?

Would it make you afraid if there was nothing left al all?



It's nearly impossible

Highly improbable

But not hopeless



We are swallowed up in it

And it's neither here nor there

So it makes no sense that anyone would care

And it feels like innocence

When you choose to not resist

We fulfill our needs at everyone's expense