Pink Sky, Grey Clouds Rain fell in pastel Long day, long drive Brain dead, still alive Lie down, face up Dead set to collect dust Useless, I'll bet If not for my skillset Longing, tension I have dimension I'm outside. It makes me static Do I take the blame for the times I shatter If it ends the same do the means even matter Come down? Can I Without it what am I? Hollow Empath I'm reading my forecast Hungry Burnout Washup Sellout It's only one thing I need to mean something But if you ask me I'm fine But if you ask me I'm fine But if you ask me I'm fine