Dusk clouds are coloured, a soft-faded shade of pink
It makes the blue hour look apocalyptic
In the beginning it seemed to be another grey cloud filled with ink
But the end's got a pretty cryptic charm to it, don't you think?
We try not to disturb the neighbours with our fleeting

What was once so real now doesn't even exist
And now the memories are going, so just the feelings persist
And what thoughts come back I sometimes try to resist
The last of your strength fell apart first in your fist

And I had no idea I had any ideas
Sometimes I think
I'

With a short fuse and Chinese directions
I think you'll light yourself on fire
because a Roman Candle's got no direction
it just waits to expire

And I know it takes a new addiction
to keep you from what you're addicted to
which is why I wish I could find a distraction

It's always this year's gift Is it ever what I wanted? Was I unhappy living in the past? Has my growth been that stunted? When to be ashamed is to be defined And all this self awareness, the bl

I had to wake up my head first My body had a few more minutes And my throat was dying of thirst Of course I should have known the morning would be this way But there was no use ignoring The rest