And now for sake of grief I’m lying to myself And playing make-believe Pretending what we were Was more than what it was And though I may embellish it It matters not, because… The painting’s still the same No matter how I frame it The object’s what it is No matter what I name it And history stands firm I cannot re-arrange it The past will stay the same And I can never change it I’m staring at our end Back to when we finished it I lie about the pain Hoping to diminish it Pretending that it hurts A lot less than it does And though I minimize it It matters not, because… The painting’s still the same No matter how I frame it The object’s what it is No matter what I name it And history stands firm I cannot re-arrange it The past will stay the same And I can never change it And time will come and go With no way to re-gain it The past is still the past However I explain it Pretend it’s something else And try so hard to feign it But the past is still the same And I can never change it