All the hours spent absorbing static light
Slowly accumulate, a ledger that defines
The total worth and value of a life
Spinning circles

And all the promises so confidently made
To a quiet friend under a quiet grave
Of mountains to be moved
Potential not to waste
To be constructive
What a disappointment

All the hours lost to self-directed hate
Slowly pile up 'til you can't bear the weight
But it's only the brain's worst chemicals
Talking fake

And that falling sky is just this desert's rain
And that ticking bomb is just the body's way
Of spelling out in Morse code
"This could be okay"

And I know you made a choice
A different one than mine
And I know that that's your right
And I know you'll be just fine

And I kind of wish you had
The same respect for mine
But I don't want to fight
Because I know I'll be just fine
In time

And we're further away
From the view that inspired us
And we're further away
From the knife that sliced us

And we're further away
From the view that inspired us
And we're further away
From the knife that sliced us