Lyrics

I don't quite understand
what the fuck it's for
I've been up all night
waging war
inside the broken foundry
of my mind
you cast shapes in a mold
that wasn't mine

And I'll show you
How the sand slips
through your
fingers

I can't Breath Much
When you're not around
I can't see much
when I'm comin' down
I turn over
But I never found
the questions I've
been searchin for

Write Sympathetic Rhymes
for those in need
between the lines
you'll find what I mean
It's time for the routine
go stand in line
Your genius shines
when you're walkin' blind

I can't Breath Much
When you're not around
I can't see much
when I'm comin' down
I turn over
But I never found
the questions I've
been searchin for

So I'll show you
How the time flies
out your
window
Pick your poison
call a doctor
and she'll write your
complications
down

So pick apart the signs
and throw them away
I paint the sky
in a different gray
Maybe it was right
to play a fool
now your color's
shinin through

I can't Breath Much
When you're not around
I can't see much
when I'm comin' down
I turn over
But I never found
the questions I've
been searchin for
'cause it's boring
when you're not around
So quit Mourning
When you're comin' down
You fall forward
but you never found
Someone who
Treats me like you do