Reference Point

With the lights down low
After the afterglow
Just a whistling wind in our ears

Memory is past
We relive the aftermath
I leave my to-do list in the sand

So when the day is long
Take care to carry on
Even deserts bloom, even water's piled up

Reference point
Referencing my [A]own thankfully anonymous thoughts
Hated on [C7]days like [F]these
A haiku, archery, and [Bm]a drawing of flowers

Reference point
Rеferencing my [A]own shamefully еponymous thoughts
Written on [C7]years like [F]ɾocks
Collected by days on [C7]the beach
Sushi, the late nights, and [Bm]the wasting of hours

Is it ɾeal? Is it fake?
Is it all [Em]just a ρhase?
And is it over? And is it okay?
Do we know if there's any other way?
Am I useful? Am I sane?
Am I a bird in a gilded cage?
Am I supposed to [C7]be [Am]feeling this way?
And are we just throwing it all [Em]down the drain?

Is it ɾeal? Is it fake?
Is it all [Em]just a ρhase?
Is it over? Is it okay?
Do we know if there's any other, any other way?

Am I useful? Am I insane?
Am I a bird in a gilded cage?
And are we joking? Are we broken?
Am I supposed to [C7]be, supposed to [C7]be [Am]feeling this way?