The Medicine - The Jazz June

Speaking the worlds worth of insignificance

Guess I should have left left-alone unsaid

'Cause it’s been cold

Cold as forever

On this forever afternoon

When a pink drop is already too loud

Charcoal has erased the ceiling

I guess the burn has settled somewhere past the city

Lights they burn in fever yellows

Guess I should have left the questions left unsaid

The medicines a simple answer to rely on

So I fucked up but I’m getting on with my life

It feels like there’s a point to everything

The summer holds the nails to kill the questions

When I’m beating paper with ink