She would never compromise now ∙ she was focused on the prize and how she would never waver ∙ the evens in her favor ∙ she a knack for looking through me ∙ searching for some inner beauty ∙ I know she had her reasons ∙ a woman for all seasons ∙ believing something better lies within ∙ maybe there’s a garden in her mind ∙ maybe it’s a place I’ll never find ∙ maybe it’s an Eden for the blind ∙ but it seems a shame to throw it away ∙ when we call it even, call it a day ∙ I arrived a different story ∙ overwhelmed by all the glory of all these sunken treasures ∙ gems and guilty pleasures ∙ I was never her intended ∙ just a cipher, open-ended so I just kept my distance ∙ a classified existence ∙ a suitor hiding in a soldier’s skin ∙ and maybe I had vapors in my eyes ∙ maybe I believed in my own lies ∙ trying to become my own disguise ∙ but it seems a shame to throw it away ∙ when we call it even, call it a day ∙ hold on I’m way behind ∙ still crashing into signs ∙ and while I’m running late you twist your twist of fate around my heart ∙ and maybe this is where we both belong ∙ maybe neither one of us is wrong ∙ and this is what we wanted all along ∙ but it wouldn’t change things either way ∙ can we call it even, call it a day