Illusions by Paul Bellantoni

I don’t want to talk about it
I don’t want to try and read your mind
I don’t want to think about it
This kind of thing keeps me up all night
I don’t want to hear about it
It always tears me up inside

Way beyond the pale
My wicked ways
They make me drink my days away

We are illusions
Full of delusions
What the hell are we gonna say
To make it all ok
In all this confusion

I don’t want to talk about it
I don’t want to look inside your mind
I hear the place is crowded
There in the shadows
Where you hide

Looking past the veil
We fade away to just the bones of our mistakes

We are illusions
Full of delusions
The hell we gonna say
To make it all ok
In all this confusion

You are the master
Of lovesick disaster
There’s nothing left to do
There’s nothing left to prove
And it’s such a bore

We are illusions
Full of delusions
There’s nothing more to say
I guess we’ll be ok
In all this confusion

We are the masters
Of lovesick disasters
There’s nothing left to do
There’s nothing left to prove
And it’s such a bore

Cause we are the madness
The puzzles the sadness
The band’s already played
And there is no parade
And it’s such a bore