I've got this pistol
Loaded ready for the game
But I can't seem to shoot it
Cause I don't know where to aim
But I guess that in the end
Everything's the same
I just want to say I'm sorry
For all the faith I lack
I just want to see how you look when you
Turn to face the facts
I've got a canvas
Whiter than a blind eye's gaze
I can't seem to stroke it
Cause I'm limited in paints
But I guess that in the end
Everything's a waste
I just need some time to think
Oh no don't leave me here alone
I just want someone to fill in
All the lonely space unshown
I've got a voice
Always rememberin' the words
I can't seem to sing em
Cause it don't ring like the birds
But I guess that in the end
Nothing's truly heard
I don't need to justify
My psychotic reveries
I just want to cultivate
These sparking new sewn seeds
I've got a mind
Spinning in this ever flow
I can't seem to read it
Cause it tricks and ticks my ego
But I guess that in the end
Nothing's all I know
