Proposals - Cursive

Let’s get one thing straight

We don’t have any answers

We are proposals in a cosmic nursery

And these massive stars

They’re just little twinkles

If I can’t possess them at such magnificence

So if you can really hear me

And you really think you believe me

There must be some kind of privilege here

To putter around with such an existence

You see me on some stage

And you believe it’s really me over there

There’s a chance it’s not really me

Maybe we’re not ourselves at all

And maybe being is simply believing

That each breath we take in

Must lead to another breath out

One more breath away from yesterday

And a timeline of yesterdays

Filled in with love or with pain

Or whatever bullshit we smear on our sleeves

I’ve found my cause, and this is it

There are no answers

Am I what I am?

Am I what I am?

Is that what this is?

Is this all there is?