Even when, counting by
Fingers I can't quite keep up
They flicker like traffic lights
Thoughts changing lanes like the signals they come
Passed over sugar cubes clouding the glass
Clear room on the floor as we sift through the pile
At last
Sift through the pile at last
Sift through the pile

Even if, you can't find a reason
When logic's in short supply
Find something to please them

Broken and tranquilized
Looking down as I piss on my hand
Slide through a metaphor
Give this season excuses to last
Self medicated through absente of mind
Held close to my chest to keep everything just out of sight
Just out of

Even if, you can't find a reason
When logic's in short supply
Find something to please them
Even if, you can't find a reason
When cynics have made it by
Find something to please them

Now the moments here
That they're waiting for
Just a throw away
They don't care where it comes from
And they're waiting for
And they're waiting for
And they're waiting for
They're waiting for

Even if, you can't find a reason
When logic's in short supply
Find something to please them
Even if, you can't find a reason
When cynics have made it by
Find something to please them