tomorrow's potential

made a wrong turn, once or twice
go on and try and tear me down
i can't stop, because i'm having too much fun
there i was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles
but, everything looks better, when the sun goes down
manage me, I'm a mess
I'll make you come just to watch you leave
here we are, a careful distance
i'm on my guard for the rest of the world
even angels have their wicked schemes

'lust, the vulture;
not love, the bird of paradise'