Deconstruction

we talked up all night
 and still came to no conclusion
 we started a fight
 that ended in silent confusion
 and as we sat stuck
 you could hear the trash truck
 making its way through the neighborhood
 picking up the thrown out
 different from house to house
 we get to decide what we think is no good
 we're sculpted from youth
 the chipping away makes me weary
 and as for the truth
 it seems like we just pick a theory
 and it's the one that justifies
 our daily lives
 and backs us with quiver and arrows
 to protect openings
 cause when the warring begins
 how quickly the wide open narrows
 into the smallness of
 our deconstruction of love
 we thought it was changing
 but it never was
 it's just the same as it ever was
 a family of foxes
 came to my yard and dug in
 so i looked in a book
 to see what this could possibly mean
 yeah cause there's fate in the breeze
 signs in the trees
 impossible tragic events
 when forces collide
 with the damage strewn wide
 and holes blasted straight through the fence
 oh the sky starts to crash
 (into the smallness of)
 the rain on the roof starts to drumming
 (our)
 and laid up like cache
 (deconstruction of love)
 you'll take on my list of shortcommings
 and now the show starts to close
 (the show)
 i know how this goes
 (starts to close)
 the plots a predicatable showing
 and though it seems grand
 we're just one speck of sand
 and back to the hourglass we're going
 back to the smallness of
 (into the smallness of)
 our deconstruction of love
 (our deconstruction of love)
 we thought it was changing
 but it never was
 we're still in the smallness of
 (into the smallness of)
 our deconstruction of love
 (our deconstruction)
 we thought it was changing but it never was
 our deconstruction of love
 our deconstruction of love