Look Away de The Dear Hunter

The need to quantitate has put center stage:
regret, remorse, regard.
Crazed and calm with a sinners psalm,
memories lose their art.
So I circle thoughts with centered eyes that stare without ever seeing,
but it's getting dim and just before any reasons can be revealed,
I fall.

...And I don't want to get up.
Just leave me down here,
down where the truth wont go.
No, I don't want to give up.
Just dust me off,
and I swear you'd never know.
Oh no! Look away.
Shade your eyes.
Don't. Stop.

...Then,
there's the simple fact that I was born this way in such a taut assimilation of mistakes.
Don't you misjudge what I'm capable of if I'm heir to a broken will...
I'll fall.

Leave the pain behind,
casting fear to the side for just a moment so things can align.
And if I fall,
sometimes that's just fine.
As long as I get up,
then things are alright.
Oh no! Don 't look a way.
Don't shade your eyes.
Don't stop.