An Attempt To Tip The Scales
Did you expect it all to stopAt the wave of your hand?Like the sun's just gonna dropIf it's night you demand.Well, in the dark we're just airSo the house might dissolve,But once we're gone, who's gonna careIf we were ever here at all?Well, summer's gonna come,It's gonna cloud our eyes again.No need to focusWhen there's nothing that's worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for bloodIn an attempt to tip the scales.I think you lost what you lovedIn that mess of details.They seemed so important at the time,But now you can't even recallAny names, faces, or lines,It's more the feeling of it all.Well, winter's gonna end,I'm gonna clean these veins againSo close to dying that I finally can start living.