Irony of Being Something - Wreck and Reference

You won’t need to go swimming to save me irony of being Something is not lost

on me

Maybe, do you think your life has meaning?

Convince me

Dusty past and a crude future make for unforgettable dreams

Is it me or are we changing into things we can’t see?

Crazed and starved from the sunsets

Can you remember your dreams?

Talk about the blood inside you

As skin is bursting the seams

Close your eyes and think about

What you will never be

Which future haunts you the most?

Which words bite you in the rain?

The condensation inside

And I can see this face in many faces

Is there hope big enough that can warm me enough

When I thought that you could change me

That you’d break this?

Stone uncertainty sinking me

Like animals in the trench without any eyes

Ready to dredge every color of blue

Plaster casts of it all

In the skin, in the skin

Winning is an obsolete thing

And the roads are narrowing

The thousand years of hell aren’t real

Only a few more here

Which future haunts you the least?

Which words help dull the pain?

The condensation inside

And I can see the passing of many faces

There’s no trough big enough

And if happiness writes white on the page

Find a dark pit and throw me in

Feeling yourself in the ravine

It’s either wet and cold

Or unparalleled in majesty

Or unparalleled in majesty

Or unparalleled in majesty