Why do we act like nothing will ever draw our attention?
You know i could've known this all along
These pale colour streaks dragged me on repeat with all those blinding tones wrecked me into pieces
Yet i still remain here in forlorn

The image we designed halfway
The illustration marked a certain place

It impatiently just tries to react like nothing will ever draw our affliction
You said “i should’ve known this all along”
It pulls ourselves beneath the theme to trace and retrieve every picture i have thrown
You've got me thinking that i would better to dwell and mourn

If you fill the frame with your splattered paint, you'll step aside with the weight of it all as it bursts right out from your core

The hue displayed a wide range of shade
The saturation caused a glooming wave
The contrast raised above the average
The gradation aligned with my vacant space

It all impatiently just tries to fill the frame with our splattered paint
We’ll step aside with the weight of it all as it bursts right out from our core
If i fill the frame with my splattered paint, i'll step aside with the weight of it all as it bursts right out from my core

Why do we act like nothing will ever draw our attention?
You know i could've known this all along