Fingertips retrace these cold outlines
I fight, bound to these half-assed ties
For all the effort, I have thrown all away
Thrown all away

And it'll reverb, beyond your grimace, a silent stare
Colored textures, often taken for granted
Say it before too long gone
Effort's twice harder to give
Uninspired, irrational, trade it for the chance
For the chance
For the chance

Fingertips retrace these cold outlines
I fight, bound to these half-assed ties
For all the effort, I have thrown all away
Thrown all away

Losing focus, falling short of being there
Asking for limits, tested, tried and gone beyond
Waiting for nothing now
Watching my poetry take space
Uninspired, irrational, trade it for the chance
For the chance
For the chance
Fingertips retrace these cold outlines
I fight, bound to these half-assed ties
For all the effort, I have thrown all away
Thrown all away