A Scale, A Mirror, And These Indifferent Clocks

Here is a scale, weigh it out and you will find

Easily, more than sufficient doubt that

These colors you see were picked in advance

By some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty

They are smeared and these blurs come in random order

And they color the eyes of your former lovers

Hers were green like July except when she cried they were red

Now, I know a disease that these doctors can't treat

You contract on the day, you accept all you see is a mirror

And a mirror is all it can be, a reflection of something we're missing

And language just happened, it was never planned

And it's inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house

Where the light has never been waiting for this day to end

And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore

Everything that we hate or adore, once the page of a calendar is turned

It's no more, so tell me then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?