Careless Michael - Colossal

What’s the sense in argument?

I’m on the last line

Scattered pages document the decline

Accrued experience a crude reminder of the mistakes

Struck a balance striking nerves, giving chase

What’s the sense in argument?

I’m on the last line

With conviction, polishing what’s defined

Accrued experience a crude reminder of the forecast

Struck a balance, lost the nerve, the last gasp

I spent too much time waiting for you only to find mirrors

Spent to much time following you only to find mirrors

A skeleton’s beautiful hands

Oh, what’s left to do but die?

In Irvine what’s there to do?

It’s only a mirage

If you go, who’ll be waiting for you?

Oh, what’s left to do but die?