it doesn't seem right

i wrote this on may 19, 2002, and i can't remember why. but tonight it seems appropriate. so i'll put it here.

i can feel the sky turn to shades of grey
like the sunshine of the day
and in every way
it doesn't seem right
the way we fight
the ringing in my ears at night
while the stars seem to shine tonight
it doesn't seem right

so funny the way this feels
how the scar never heals
how your eyes show up in all the wrong places
and i see you in so many different faces

too many times the critics and the stones
have a theory to propose
and do you suppose
that you could soften these words
cuz every time you attack
i can feel the love that turns your way
hiding away
and these arrows as they may
pierce the skin and painfully stay

it doesn't seem right