Tuning out of star-light
The innocent lifetime flickers and flashes
Onto a canvas.
No,
Nobody seems worth it
And while the feeling's sophisticated
The view is so restrained.
The past is nearing closer,
And closer I
Fear.
So let's just cut the bullshit
And tell me who's independent.
Thumbs twiddling and your life's escaping your mind
Keep in mind,
Well the air ain't as free as it used to be
But that's quite alright when you're still Eighteen.
It seems,
To be,
And I'll tell you who's overrated.
What's a beautiful person with some hideous dreams?
And while the lining isn't silver,
We're verging on the side of the road, that'll take us home.
The edge of us is getting weighed,
Read about your life in your local papers.
Realize,
The end of us is getting near,
You're just a droplet of paint trickled off your canvas.
Delirious, illusions flowing backwards the river of colour
While we analyze to see it clearer.
Secretly appealing to a lonely prisoner.
Now what's your vision?
Initiate the shading, blend the universe together in time
It only gets a little easier.
Suddenly you piece yourself back together. Now
What's your vision?
And I don't
Wanna have to give a damn
About you
Or your inhibitions.
And after all,
You're the one who taught me love
Was not
For everybody.
However,
I'm starting to see this world
In the right light,
Yet it still gets darker.
You see,
It's just a simple symphony,
Or a painting?
Whatever.
This unnatural path,
It spans infinitely,
But my world is crumbling.
Let it collapse
Into the abyss,
In the midst of summer it won't exist.
This emptiness,
It's just a blank slate,
Waiting for a painter to interfere.
It's quite complex,
But what do I know?