Written by Patrick Johnson
Produced & Recorded by Patrick Johnson & Adam Hains
Photography by Lafon Johnson

Patrick Johnson - guitars, bass, vocals
Adam Hains - guitars, bass, piano, percussion
Kyle Melancon - drums

Lyrics

It was the cruelest of facades
We were such sweet tenderlings
You waited until we needed you the most
Only to slap us down with reality
That nothing will ever go easily
Well

Call me romantic
Call me naive
Call me a fool to believe
That I can find and preserve
A little good in this world
Call me romantic
Call me naive
Call me a fool who believes

Call me romantic
Call me naive
Call me a fool to believe
That I can find and preserve
A little good in this world

As much as we fight
Pain feels the same
A common link that we all share in vain
Mask the hurt with jokes
While crying in the rain
We must be on our way to the insane

Call me romantic
Call me naive
Call me a fool to believe
That I can find and preserve
A little good in this world
Call me romantic
Call me naive
Call me a fool who believes