PRSM
Close the blinds, and lock the door
You’re not welcome anymore
Life is brief, and talk is cheap
But it’s more than we can afford
You say we’re wasting away our youth
I say we could all use a little time
Your mouth was asking for the truth
Your eyes were begging for a lie

Nothing’s lost, but something’s missing
Just an endless well to keep you wishing
Try, I try, but I can’t make sense of it
Held it to the light to find, I’m just another color in your prism

I fear there’s a sickness in my head
There’s a body in my bed
A set of eyes in the window’s reflection
But I don’t recognize them

Try and fight it
I can’t shake the shape of your tongue from my lips
Fractures in the feelings feasting
Keeping time, when nothing is now as it once was
What’s left to lose?
It feels we’re going backwards
Blue skies and greener pastures
It seems we’re chasing after
Something that can’t be captured
I think I’d rather like to believe
We’re all just lost and lonesome
Seeking our missing pieces, incomplete
So beautifully broken

Nothing’s lost but something’s missing
Just an endless well to keep you wishing
Try, I try, but I can’t make any sense of it
Held it to the light to find, I’m just another color in your prism