The Last to Know

Living in a house of cards

Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard

Giving in to differences

Straining to keep up appearances.

Making believe the thread can be save

You're aching to leave but

Deathly afraid of letting go

The threads entangled you so.

Jealousies and legal fees

Running away like two refugees

Shadowed eyes and alibis

Tell you too late you've been victimized.

Freedom is near but seems to elude you

Trying to change you dreams into

What your needs allow

It should be easy by now

Why is love always the last to know?

Falling back on better days

Trying your damnedest to laugh

You've thrown those childish dreams away

It's over, you say, still you ask

Why is love always the last to know?