atoms

The closest thing
I could imagine
As prime seating
To a great nothing
Is a seat
In that old apartment
Or in Manhattan
With Makayla laughing
And what you see

Don't you think it's perfect
Until it's pouring
And the rains all atoms

And we can't wait to see what shapes they take

And they form a dancer
And we see it flirting

And from the void everything we knows left in its wake

There's no stories
And no need for answers
Instead I know
Nothing's from nothing
It has reason
Though unconvincing
Like the beams
Of sun through blinds seeped
In like a killer
And it drags me
From a sleep
To see I missed you calling
And how you almost died there
And it was you who did it
How many times can it be a mistake
Oh to meet the dancer
And see them flirting

Into the void everything we make left in our wake

All that's left are stories
And no chance for answers



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Miller, Alexander David Parish, Lauren Auder
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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