You couldn't see past all the smoke
Screening the problems one by one
Til they dissolve
Into nothing more than grains of sand
Forming the grounds on which I stand
Oh I'm sure you meant well
Hope you're satisfied
Know that in the corners
I still see you in my eyes
I couldn't get past all that dust
Settling on the lids that conceal, cover up
Consolations of an epitaph
Read aloud by those less apt
Oh I'm sure you meant well
Hope you're satisfied
Know that in the corners
I still see you in my eyes
All the greens have wilted
Only reds remain
Know that in the skyline
They'll be writing out your name
They'll be writing out your name
