Prsm (2020) - Family and Friends

Close the blinds, and lock the door

You’re not welcome anymore

Life is brief, and talk is cheap

But it’s more than we can afford

You say we’re wasting away our youth

I say we could all use a little time

Your mouth was asking for the truth

Your eyes were begging for a lie

Nothing’s lost, but something’s missing

Just an endless well to keep you wishing

Try, I try, but I can’t make sense of it

Held it to the light to find, I’m just another color in your prism

I fear there’s a sickness in my head

There’s a body in my bed

A set of eyes in the window’s reflection

But I don’t recognize them

Try and fight it

I can’t shake the shape of your tongue from my lips

Fractures in the feelings feasting

Keeping time, when nothing is now as it once was

What’s left to lose?

It feels we’re going backwards

Blue skies and greener pastures

It seems we’re chasing after

Something that can’t be captured

I think I’d rather like to believe

We’re all just lost and lonesome

Seeking our missing pieces, incomplete

So beautifully broken

Nothing’s lost but something’s missing

Just an endless well to keep you wishing

Try, I try, but I can’t make any sense of it

Held it to the light to find, I’m just another color in your prism