Lack of Pigment

Time passed and you're still sitting in the door way
Your cigarettes ashed, watched the smoke from the ashtray
Go ahead, say what you want to
Stop holding your breath, you're starting to turn blue
Stop holding your breath, you're starting to turn blue

There's no purity, truth hidden in a glare of inferiority
And of course I'll keep my mouth shut
'Cause I know I've said my part, I've said enough
You only ever insinuate
I've gotten lost in your paper trail
An attempt at conversation, a sigh to countervail

Time passed and you're still sitting in the door way
Your cigarettes ashed, watched the smoke from the ashtray
Go ahead, say what you want to
Stop holding your breath

Steady hands
Is this for purpose or are we just screaming to sleep again?
Is this for purpose or are we just screaming to sleep again?