Primary Colors

Heard a voice callin' out through all the static

I was zoned out in my car

Spiral thought, glow of red, washed out

When you picked up the phone

I wasn't ready, I was taken by surprise

Thought it out, I still feel lost somehow

Finite, the primary colors hit our eyes

And they can be anything

You are the pain of a phantom limb

I felt in blue and red

And I could call it off, if you let me

I was steady in my breath

In and out, with my lungs on fire

The key is by the door

You can have it, I don't need it anymore

Spiral out, seven years of bad luck

Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here?

I wanna love entirely, but I was led astray

Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here?

I understand it all now, it's not supposed to make sense

Finite, the primary colors hit our eyes

And they can be anything

You are the pain of a phantom limb

It's not supposed to make sense

It's not supposed to make sense

It's not supposed to make sense