Till the Truth Walks In
When Memories Beckon
Lyrics
I'm fine till the truth walks in
I maintain composure until the reality is confronted
New jeans and a big ole grin
Wearing new jeans and a wide smile
And I feel that rush again
Experiencing a familiar thrill once more
Like he was holding me
Recalling moments when he held me close
And I was his everything
When I was the center of his world
Big plans and a little ring
Having big plans and a small ring
I tell myself not to think
Advising myself not to dwell on the past
How good it used to be
Reflecting on the goodness of the past
That mistake I wish I never made
Regretting a decision I wish I hadn't made
Is the day I let him walk away
The day I allowed him to leave
So convinced I could love that way again
Confident I could love in the same way again
I tell myself I'm better off
Telling myself I'm better off without him
That I was right and he was wrong
Asserting my correctness over his wrongness
But they're just paper airplanes
Comparing past beliefs to fragile paper airplanes
In the wind
Subject to the whims of the wind
That I believe till the truth walks in.
Maintaining these beliefs until confronted by the truth
I'm fine till I see his eyes
Maintaining composure until I encounter his gaze
Those deep blue perfect eyes
Describing his captivating deep blue eyes
I turn my head and try to hide
Turning away to conceal my emotional breakdown
That I'm breaking down
Admitting vulnerability and emotional pain
Then I get that searching look
Receiving a penetrating and understanding look
That how you doing look
Asking how I am with a single glance
That see right through me look
Seeing through me, understanding like only he can
Like only he knows how
His unique insight into my emotions
The mistake I wish I never made
Regretting a decision I wish I hadn't made (repeated)
Is the day I let him walk away
The day I allowed him to leave (repeated)
So convinced I could love that way again
Confident I could love in the same way again (repeated)
I tell myself I'm better off
Telling myself I'm better off without him (repeated)
I was right and he was wrong
Asserting my correctness over his wrongness (repeated)
But they're just paper airplanes
Comparing past beliefs to fragile paper airplanes (repeated)
In the wind
Subject to the whims of the wind (repeated)
That I believe till the truth walks in.
Maintaining these beliefs until confronted by the truth (repeated)
Till the truth walks in, I’m fine till the truth walks in
Maintaining composure until the truth is acknowledged (repeated)
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