#twentytwentysurgery

And the lyrics are as follows:

I'll take with me every single luxury when I leave
You could count on me for that and nothing more
(Count on me for that and nothing more)
The view from this side's not what
The view from this side's not what
I thought it'd be, promise something differently
Close our eyes and let go of the wheel

It's not the quantity that bothers me
(no it's not the quantity that bothers me)
No it's not the quality that bothers me... it's the means

Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty twenty surgery for cheap
For cheap, dollar signs are up, for picture perfect point of view

Well all young children listen, 'cause they've got so much to learn
(Turn it in, turn it in)
We'll get you home in time to make the rent (should be for free for being me)

It's not the quantity that bothers me
(no it's not the quantity that bothers me)
No it's not the quality that bothers me... it's the means

Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty twenty surgery for cheap
For cheap, dollar signs are up, for picture perfect point of view

I don't, I don't need you like you think I do
I don't, I don't need you like you think I do
I don't, I don't need you like you think I do
You don't you just don't... leave me alone.
I don't, I don't need you like you think I do
(I don't think you get it.)

Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty twenty surgery for cheap
Dollar signs doll up a picture perfect point of view
Twenty-twenty surgery
Well, twenty twenty surgery for cheap
For cheap, dollar signs are up, for picture perfect point of view

You're so sensitive; I am, I am a machine.
You're so sensitive; I am, I am a machine.
You're so sensitive; I am, I am a machine.
You're so sensitive; I am, I am a machine.

-Taking Back Sunday

When it's all said and done, I'm sure I will have taken more than I ever had to offer. We knew better; we were told better. But wasn't this supposed to be something greater? Maybe my perception of what's great is just a little skewed. Maybe if we just stop steering, we'll get there.

Its not the fights, the resolves, the miscommunication, the distance, none of it. But if what we're getting is disproportionate to the work we're putting in... how much of this is worth it? The up and down just wears us out.

Look's like we've got some twenty-twenty surgery going on. Twenty-twenty surgery, you know? Open your eyes, and you've got perfect vision. The surgery, the change, costs less than everything we couldn't see without it.

We always fix it just in time-- just long enough to hold us over. Because who really wants to leave? I don't... because I can't help the way I feel. I guess you can't either, though.

We dont need this, but I still need you. I cant effing help the way I feel. I can't expect you to understand. I don't know what to do.

My heart has been shattered all too many times. I hope yours hasn't. I can't count on my heart, but I don't want my brain to be right. I want us to be right.