Languid observer of a world half ruined, have you made your name yet?
Are you waiting for your masterpiece to say it's finished before you let it out?
It's a long time coming that a new world forms in the shipwreck of your mind
Still you only want to do something better with your time than your father did
And if I had an end for every thought, here's what I'd say
No precious memories, only history written in half-time, replayed in segments
Never stitched together, the weight of the whole thing would make you sweat
And only the best parts get erased to make way for painful truth, this is you
Bigger and better, worse-off than ever, and terribly human, but such is life
And if I had an end for every thought, here's what I'd say
Little moments now forgotten, or worse written in a way that made for stories
Are you trying to write the world's first tale with no twists and turns?
Time is moving in a spiral, but you're painting a line and running out of paper
You're spinning your body instead of the collection of events that made you
And if I had an end for every thought, here's what I'd say
Standard fare for a quiet set of eyes who never got to stand without response
You look for ways to avoid being spotted, and still beg for some direction
Because forward momentum is not enough when forward leads to nowhere
And now you stand in a room pitch black with no lantern, no compass, no sails
And if I had a thought about the end, here's what I'd say
I keep looking but
I keep thinking but
I keep doing but
I'm done