Did my finger slip, did I trip on my rhythm?
I killed your soul, with the sleight of my hand
When I had to be, I had to be so **** pessimistic
I told you you'd never understand

There's needles hidden in the ground
You're either hurting or you're calloused
And I'd like to say everything in the world is balanced
But I've run of of things to feel
I had a lot of things that I've wanted but I've lost my fishing pole
And all the string in the reel, when all those ambitions swam away from the shore

What does it take to convince people that I'm lonely and not dependent
Because you feel alone when you can't feel at all
Like you're just here to breath more air into this big blue ball
And float away into the atmosphere

What I wish to feel is beyond my own comprehension
That's why the feeling between real and fake becomes my tension
Where is the reason if life is just a lesson
When I'm dead and gone maybe I'll reach an apprehension
As my ashes journey into the corners of the world
I'll know then, when It's truly a feeling, beyond comprehension