History

Caught in this cycle of sentiment 
Unsure which feelings matter in the present,
which ones are just a fixture of the past
Should the passion of days gone by make up for the cold disregard of today? 
Affection is now inconsistent routine 
No longer a fervent expression of meaning 
Does history make up for missing affinity? 
I don't want to believe this is our inevitable nature
Is this just how it goes? Am I right to expect more? 
Lonesome nights spent grappling with these thoughts 
Two contrasting beliefs pulling me apart at the seams 
Will I ever know undoubtedly? 
I am not one to be risky in love  
Clarity feels like an insurmountable hope,
but I struggle to move forward without it

Saturation

Saturation assuredly fades with time 
As the sun infallibly concedes to the moon
We can't expect to break these rules
Set in stone
Although some days it sure feels like we might 

My cheeks no longer boil 
The butterflies I house are now comfortable in your company
My soul has grown accustomed to your light 
We're set in stone
The fire might not be as bright
But it's still burning strong

Saturation assuredly fades with time 
We can't remain blazing suns in each others sky forever
I can adore the soft stars equally anyhow
And I'm thinking pastel is just as dazzling as the neon we once were
Let us fade together