Could It Be Wrong
Brendan Lyons
Could it be wrong that I see you at night with your friends
It doesn’t involve me in the past or the present tense
Despite contradictions I find myself fully addicted
To ideas with no reason or logic and beauty, so twisted
Writing thoughts as they come, only trying to keep myself busy
Cause you’re image is a screensaver flashing and making me dizzy
Could it be wrong to think this way when it never happened
Nothing left to say when it ends along with the flashes
