Nothing really counts until it's left in pieces Nothing really hurts until you have to say goodbye and you don't know why But you do it Everything is left without that vital feeling Everything you touch it falls apart and starts to die and you don't know why But you do it
Flatten down the edges, there's spaces in between I've got the thrill of the chase to get me by It's a simple 'erase' to dry the eyes Patterns on the ceiling, no others to be seen And when I'm given the space to take it on Have to give up the race before it's gone
Like all the things I'll never be Discarded disappointments A broken secret left to keep but is there any point now?
Slipping past the questions and sick of what they mean But in the middle of getting out you find That there's little belief in reasons why
Pissing on the embers like it matters to a dying flame Never took another but I wish it, back around again Missing all the meaning, nothing matters when you're all the same Give it up and let it go as long as you still have a name
