Take the time, to rewind the signs of catastrophe
this apathy has a hold on me, and it's so hard to see
your side, is always greener always cleaner
but that's just comparatively,
is it relatively real?

Your eyes, can't hold your lies
but as you watch, the tide sweep away my mind
this apathy has a hold on me, and it's so hard to see
but you can't compete with empty sheets.

So why
why would I try,
just to place myself at the bottom of a rhyme