why does the color move away from my mind the first place i rest is the last of its kind growing my thoughts on tethers borrowed by time my eyes choose to blur and my body unwinds there s feelings i ve left in the past i would guess that they weren t fulfilled or that they were a mess now the energy in all the things that i touch controlling my mind making me think too much i ll have to have problems with the things that i know i ll go to the movies i won t lose control i ve come to see you on i ve come to see you on i ve come to see you on i ve come to see you on