Neverthelessness

It is spoken softly, I know, I know
But it's getting hard to hear when you're being muted by the snow
So speak up
Or find your own way home

But in the cold inspiration's in bounds
Shifting hand to hand a concept so profound
But your humming tune
Is sounding more aloof

Probability is not on my side
Intricate formalities pass my naïve eyes
Drowning in a concoction of suits and ties
I'm ever frustrated in my snide reprise

So you brush your teeth
With the same insipid sweet
And you wake up
In the same adhesive heat

I know, I know
I know, I know

This coffee that I'm drinking is not some miraculous crutch
I still need to wade through my mortality and this incessant sludge
The waxing sounds of daydreams dull down a hush
With the striking realization that they're not made of much

I am satisfied with all these grey, docile walls
And the minimal protrusions that decorate the halls
I ask, "Am I appeased?" "Am I content at all?"
But I am satisfied, aren't I?

It is spoken softly
But I understand everything



Credits
Writer(s): Abi Warner, Kaden Johanson, Preston Warner
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