Don't have the capacity to hate
Still the taste of bated breath smells metallic
So many ideas in so little time
They delete my files as I dissect importance
Now the melodies have been corrupted
Except for the blue star lullaby
And right now that's the only thing that makes sense...
But why make sense? Why reason? Why pry?
You've only proven just how green your sky is-
Ironic, right?
And no matter what happens I'll never be chained to you
Your bane is that you're not my ghost; not even my vapour
Cause you turned off the music of my memory
And your eyes were never as big as his
Try if you must, but you can't pierce a soul-
You may bruise it, use it, roll around in it for awhile
But it always heals itself
So press down with all your weight
I might break- but I've watched IT bend