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this is about nothing
and all that nothing means
all it means is nothing
and it all means nothing
no
it was the best worst thing she could have
known
there is no right and
there is no wrong
there is only a lack of
black (it's always too bright)
and understanding (yah, I see the light)
but if you knew then you might know why
an ugly thing is ugly
and then you might even think this ugly thing pretty
and if not
then you would know
for absolutely certain
that it was what it was
as you thought
and nothing different
because hope was still just a place
you only could imagine
but you couldn't be sure
you could only imagine
only, you could imagine
only, could you imagine?
a better place you us we
were going to end up
and then you would know
for sure
there is absolute right
and then you would know
for sure
there is absolute wrong
then and only then
and still, and just still
all it means is nothing
and it all means nothing
nothing still,
just like always,
just like
the pretty skewed view
the pretty skied view
the pretty lake view
and the ocean view
and the morning's dew
and now i think of wet things
like abandoned umbrellas
and melting gold rings
but i never took my eyes off you
but i need to feel new
It's hard to believe things will change
It's harder to believe things won't
it's hardest to leave this place
but it's worse never to go
my heart, sometimes I hear it dying
when it's voice is really low
and i'm worried if i stay here anymore
what will happen
and it's not enough to stay because
my heart it is a muscle
so i've got to let it grow and
i've got to let it breathe and
i've got to and bleed and
i've got to let it beat
and don't think too much about it
cause nothing's all it means
and all it means is nothing
just like always
just like
never-ending
light-suspending
day dreams