Lyric An Attempt To Tip The Scales

Did you expect it all to stop
At the wave of your hand?
Like the sun s just gonna drop
If it s night you demand
Well, in the dark we are just air
So the house might dissolve
But once we re gone, who s gonna care
If we were ever here at all?
Well, summer s gonna come
It s gonna cloud our eyes again
No need to focus
When there s nothing that s worth seeing
So we trade liquor for blood
In an attempt to tip the scales
I think you lost what you loved
In that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time
But now you can t even recall
Any of the names, faces, or lines
It s more the feeling of it all
Well, winter s gonna end
I m gonna clean these veins again
So close to dying that i finally can start living