Chekhov's Gun

Even gold turns black under the soles
 Broken CDs in the potholes
 Out of reach just like the things you can't control
 Eyes caught in brighter lights
 Oh dear, the fear will never fade
 It hides between the fine lines of your face
 And maybe this will fade with fame
 Or shadow you like a given name
 Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
 You hide away inside your room
 Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
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 You've got it figured out
 But people aren't logical
 They'll drink the glass regardless of how full
 They live oblivious
 To days that burn like cigarettes
 And fall in piles of things you soon forget
 And maybe this will fade with fame
 Or shadow you like a given name
 Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
 You hide away inside your room
 Close your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
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 Your life's a power play
 Your curtain's contradictory
 You shred the script and fake your victory
 It's hidden in peripheral
 And so it glints like Chekhov's gun
 The shot goes off, and yet the show goes on
 And maybe this will fade with fame
 Or shadow you like a given name
 Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled shame
 You hide away inside your room
 Close your eyes so nothing's changing
 Not a moment's left worth taking
 Everything's mundane, nothing else remains
 Cause change and pain will always feel the same