our reasons are quite tame.
it’s a beautiful day
there are no reasons in it
there’s no one left to blame
i’m wasting my words
in more ways than one
these don’t count towards
the count
but if it all comes out the same
it might never be the same
i’ll say i’m done, i’ll say it’s all done
it never works that way.
all the rest is done, i think all the rest is done
the sun is out, but i don’t know where my head is.