Heard a voice calling out
Through all the static
I was zoned out in my car
Spiral thought
Glow of red washed out
When you picked up the phone
I wasn't ready
I was taken by surprise
Thought it out
I still feel lost somehow
Finite, the primary colors hit our eyes
And they can be anything
You are the pain of a phantom limb
I felt in blue and red
And I could call it off
If you let me
I was steadying my breath
In and out
With my lungs on fire
The key was by the door
You can have it
I don't need it anymore
Spiral out
Seven years of bad luck
Will I rely upon myself
To find a way to go from here?
I want to love entirely
But I was led astray
Will I rely upon myself
To find a way to go from here?
I understand it all now
It's not supposed to make sense
Finite, the primary colors hit our eyes
And they can be anything
You are the pain of a phantom limb
It's not supposed to make sense
It's not supposed to make sense
It's not supposed to make sense
