Paper Void - Wash Away

Blindly falling over trampled mosses grown
(You're running you're running)
Disputed adhesive of your own
(It won't stick)
Tripping on nonsense, stumbling on gold

You're a pure poet on autopilot
(With excess equipment)
Paralyzed by the headaches you get
Let it unwind

Fresh fears, like wet clay, your hands shape
They'll wash away

Flirting with muses giving me perfect excuses
Scribble little nothings outlining my hubris in chalk
As they laugh in amusement, hah
Mental is muted, feeling diluted
Gotta go fix up my blueprints
Feeling so far from the passion I felt when I was first stricken by Cupid

Painting this portrait with nothing but force before the energy forfeits
Pray there's enough of this flame on this torch to keep us in orbit
Head is spinning and spinning just thinking to finish
I sit on this brook, wishing for fish on this hook
Looking for food for thought, but got nothing to cook
Fresh fears, like wet clay, your hands shape
They'll wash away

Written by:
ALBERTO GUZMAN, ALEX FAVARO, ARIELLA COOLEY, BETAI KOFFI, CHRISTOPHER TANG, EVAN GITTERMAN, HANNAH MARTINSON

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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