Colors open up to me when I'm feeling obsolete I'll take what's free from the tree I'll spell your name on the street I try to break some habits too Figures moving out of frame My lenses all feeling the same today It's time to take a step away You'll run over the words to say Temporary ceilings pushing boundaries Expiration calls so dearly We never circle it the same If these leaves keep on falling down Will I ever follow suit? If the concrete keeps breaking down How much of this year is absolute? I feel the pressure more than ever To make time's pleasure remembered I know it'll waver, so I'll blame our stupid behavior I feel the pressure more than ever To make time's pleasure remembered I know it'll waver, so I'll blame our stupid behavior Finding pieces to the story resembling Paper cities built from rubble of the former So try to say what you mean I'll spell your name on the street I'm weak to my achilles' heal