How come

How come we don't embrace itWhen we are in it?In the good times - I mean,Why do we live in such naive? If ignorance is bliss,count me in.To that sweet rose-colored sensation,I want to feel warm from within. How come it takes such a mess of thingsto understand,how simple they really were,I just want to hold your hand. How is it that it hurts this bad,I promised I wouldn't be sad.But I have fooled myself once more,Saven, darling, why won't you just close the door.