Love is for the birds

Love is the reason I continue to inhale I know one day the synchronization will truly be there a lasting connection to make past misalignements seem fair Routinely mismatched, often caught unaware living with the best of intentions even when you don't seem to care well as the days continue I mind even less, but to tell you the truth I constantly question the situation to be for the best, similar paces led me to believe you were the next wrong again.... The world keeps spinning along with another distant friend I'm tired of being your beast of burden I'm not gonna lie and pretend gotta progress one of these days I might find the missing link beneath my chest justification to the constant stress
I wonder if I'm the only one having a hard time trying to express the feeling lost in the translation confused by an imprecise meaning one too many beautiful faces have left without a trace I've grown comfortably numb to loves ways been burned by plenty sadly I've hurt many along the way been told its the nature of the game from any angle you point realize I'm not like the rest abstract from birth till I smoke my last joint hopeless I suppose nineteen with anxiousness running through my pores optimism is the driving force behind my existence
The reason I keep going the distance is a need for fulfillment to these days the reason I beg to differ when you tell me love is for the birds you must be be a victim of its sour taste I'm no stranger to the aches we all make mistakes its definition is routinely misunderstood theres more to it than a simple four letter word in its pursuit till I'm released from the cage and spread my wings like a bird .......