Speaking the worlds worth of insignificance Guess I should have left left-alone unsaid Cause it's been cold Cold as forever On this forever afternoon When a pink drop is already too loud Charcoal has erased the ceiling I guess the burn has settled somewhere past the city Lights they burn in fever yellows Guess I should have left the questions left unsaid The medicines a simple answer to rely on So I fucked up but I'm getting on with my life It feels like there's a point to everything The summer holds the nails to kill the questions When i'm beating paper with ink