Emily, you see, you're a vast gallimaufry
An entrance to an exit filled with slight uncertainty
Like my mind’s terrain made of mountains of disdain
Like a burning mound all falling down and founding fiery pain
You pace your parent’s place and make your lakes of paper snowflakes
Surrounded by your childhood but don’t feel like a child would anymore

Emily, you see, all this strange monotony
A parametric district with your sorry symphony
You make yourself seem right, but the truth is you feel fright
From the ever turning torture chamber keeping you up at night
The cardboard boxes burning and the chimney full of flames
Are crying in their armor, justifying ancient claims
And when the boy you loved turns to silence and decay
You let your own emotions lead your strangled soul astray

Oh what’s the use in even trying?
There’s no one here to hold you
When you’re panicking and crying

The colors that you once believed
Are fading into dark
Never again to be perceived

And that’s the end of this
This is the end of that
The miracles above never existed to begin with
Still you shouldn’t listen
To the nonexistent children
As they're bracing for collision
With an imprecise suspicion of deceit


A memory can never last beyond when you care
Then when you try to get it back you reach but nothing’s there
Reaching for the stars will only lead to empty hands
So feel the ground below and know you are nothing but sand
Nothing but sand