Turning pages like there's no cover to support this binding
in front with nothing behind me
just remembering to remind me
my thoughts aren't meant for you to mind me
so just act like you cant find me
pretend my image is blinding
and just walk away as if it were perfect timing

if you're looking for a trace to follow me,
you'll find nothing but missing leads
i leave tracks purposely to mislead
making sure that you miss me
to have you thinking that the whole journey was risky
and that its time to just leave

so just turn back now and stop trying
its too hard to find what's in hiding
feel free to just know that it was perfect timing

beginning to find fakeness in what was once real
finding comfort in what should be a thrill
becoming numb to what used to feel
hurting from what was meant to heal
time began until...

bells had finished chiming
the past had finished flying
and the future had began so it was perfect timing

realizing what was lost had never gone missin
too blind to see, so was just left to listen
sat back and decided to pay close attention
there was nothing left to do but examine from within
stopped runnin long enough to begin...

to take a breath and start sighing
thank goodness you were able to find me
guess you could call it perfect timing

now to relax seems like a relief
but its hard to tell if its fact or belief
that peace has found a home inside me
but i'll risk the chance that it could be

i've finally opened my eyes long enough to see
that through it all, i didnt think peace would find me
but there it was....PERFECT TIMING.