Staring at the letter wall
With childlike intentions
Curious to what may be on the other side
I know what the pattern is
Tedious moments turning to a cliché
Compliments of what we all
Think we owe ourselves
Somewhere behind the wall
There's no deception
No three dimensions
Just one solid plane
Losing a lot of time on [C7]what may never come
As long [Am]as that cliché is complimenting
What we think we owe
What we think we owe ourselves
The consequence of ignorance
Digs a whole inside
And apathy will follow
It's a never ending line of
I don't know and [Bm]I don't care
And if I never know
Then I may never care
This third attempt has lost its charm
A lost sense of ɾeason [C7]somewhere behind
This third attempt has lost all [Em]charm
A necessary ɾeason [C7]to [C7]continue
Staring at the letter wall
With childlike [F]intentions
Curious to [C7]what may be
On the other side
I'm sick of wasting time
On what may never come
Deceiving all [Em]that appeals to
What we think we know