Sense

Painting pictures of innocence Believing that we could have it all Trying to get by on ignorance But what's that for? Hoping to find someone we can trust A sound reminder that we're enough Building connections that stay untouched But what's that for? I don't see the meaning in anything When the midnights coming on too fast and the days all look the same When you love someone who becomes your past And there's only you to blame Like you're on the fence Getting caught in playing pretend When you're looking for the why but find that sometimes It doesn't have to make sense We fight for freedom and politics We pray to gods that may not exist Always striving to be our best But what's that for? I don't see the meaning in anything When the midnights coming on too fast and the days all look the same When you love someone who becomes your past And there's only you to blame Like you're on the fence Getting caught in playing pretend When you're looking for the why but find that sometimes It doesn't have to make sense Oh oh oh When you're feeling like a question mark You find a solution that ends in confusion Then go right back to the start When the midnights coming on too fast and the days all look the same When you love someone who becomes your past And there's only you to blame When the midnights coming on too fast and the days all look the same When you love someone who becomes your past And there's only you to blame Like you're on the fence Getting caught in playing pretend When you're looking for the why but find that sometimes It doesn't have to make sense