(0312) dynamic pitch and standard notation

senses dulled and out of touch. don't even wake up in time for lunch.
all i ever had was what didn't matter.
cracked open like the other eggs and guilty with no omissions made.
i wonder if we can get any fucking sadder.

i understand that void in you, but we can't change the tunnels we've been through.
life remains in pieces so you salvage what you can.
i've walked beside myself for years. these experiences filtered from my eyes as tears,
but i still believe instinct will lead to the promised land.

now, i've figured out so many things... so many songs that i've learned to sing.
but, this one, i don't think i'll ever catch on to how it's supposed to go.
i try to recite it line by line, but i get tripped up every time.
carefully make my way through the fragile ice and thick layers of snow.

fluorescent lights and a waste of time. then, later, a phone call from an old friend of mine,
and i guess we're still trying to put this jigsaw puzzle back together.
still trapped under the dirt that's accumulated over the years. we numb ourselves to ignore our fears,
and i keep wasting ink on writing all these pointless letters.

we're forgetting what it feels like to be passionate about the things we like.
spring is trying to talk to me, but i'm quite busy.
on roads that probably lead nowhere, but that's okay because we never cared.
i guess i can only hope that certain people will come along with me.

you'll have broken glass if you want what was enclosed. those answers - no one ever knows.
i don't know what day it is because keeping track of time is barely ever on my mind.
right now, you think your future's gone, but when tomorrow comes, it'll prove you wrong.
i'm going outside to face the wind and cold, but i'm wondering what i'll find.