Spilling Ink

Gone awry

Who doesn't feel it?

Spilling ink, the pattern goes

No comply

Your lines are making sense

In the sink, a pattern shows

Remember how your lines were making sense

Summer's gone again and gone until the end

Another town lined with picket fence

Tell it bye, my friend, and gone into the end

Rather be near and clear with you

There's silence on and on and on

Stay where you live and pull on through

The silence on and on and on

Remember how your lives were making sense

Remember how