Compromise Is The Elusive Butterfly

True yes, we can erase things from our minds 
As easily as turning our heads or closing the blinds 
At what cost our forced forgetfulness 
Breathe, stop, rest, another mess. 
Forced to adjust my view 
As though you thought I never knew 
Life's a coin-toss 
How will I pull through? 

When spring leads to summers's dry air 
We can forget every care that we had last year 
To fault is to finish every word that I say 
Even when I'm holding my breath 

It doesn't have to be like this anymore.