All secrets known

in the vast ever changing
electronic landscape
that has become our new world

attention spans ever shrinking
as we're inundated and overwhelmed
with the status feeds of the masses

when did we ever concern
ourselves with the mundane rituals of life?
all the stuff we never bothered to share

socializing becomes ever more antisocial
and friends are just icons on a touch screen
wired up, plugged in, in touch by a distance

we feel safe in the obscurity
unaware that we're not so obscure, or hidden
we hang our flag everywhere

we boast of conquests and crimes
and dance our fingers across keyboards
and tell too much about ourselves

for our own good, we're oblivious
there are no secrets anymore
we've posted them for the world to see

but most people are too busy
updating
to notice

Can't get through

the words spill from the page to the floor
the tears fall as the heart heads for the door

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
I'm not enough

walking away from what I cannot explain
believing in something that will never be the same

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
It's not enough

the place we lived has become a place to die
we can't talk or look each other in the eye
many years, none wasted, have slowly washed away
can either of us live like this another day

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
I'm not enough

can't get through
it's not enough
we're not true
can't get enough

we close our eyes and wish it's like the past
more laughter than tears and love that would last
we open ourselves to this new reality
that maybe this is how it will always be

can't get through
can't get enough
we're not through
we're not enough

it's all true