Chiaroscuro - Inquiry

If we’re 10 to 2, then how did we become so blind

Always creating an issue with nothing left to lose

Dancing around each letter to a word

Carving our names in a spineless accord

While we sleep, wide awake, when we can’t stand ourselves

All of our decency fleeting from the world

I bite my tongue whether I’m right or wrong

We’re melting our words

Decorative and cordial advances have become a commodity

Are we listening or simply hearing each other out

Let’s not hang on the edge where we shouldn’t be

Feeling everything and nothing, but it’s always something

Comatose, smitten with a flick of a wrist

We’ve become careful and wise

Sweet talking skeletons, let’s do what we do best

Hesitating, overthinking, complicating

Everything we don’t understand

You keep believing what’s done is done

But it doesn’t have to be this way

Flesh and bone fighting for the last damn word

Well, what is it worth

Let’s not hang on the edge where we shouldn’t be

Feeling everything and nothing, but it’s always something

Comatose, smitten with a flick of a wrist

We’ve become careful and wise

Sweet talking skeletons, let’s do what we do best

Cloak, dagger, and stagger nothing will materialize

This can’t be absolute

Loose compositions, no resolution

We’re just talking material