Out On Pure Lyrics

There's something about old cameras that makes me sick

And how it seems all gray now, explaining will never click

And I'm still drifting, wondering sorry words

The buzz, the heat, the noon time, and hands clawing at dirt

It's all about my self worth

And if I'm pleading long enough

And I still remember my sweetest friend

Once sharp outlines whittled rough

A time I never look back to, when they were

Hearing footsteps linger, and watching as they burnt

And leaving felt like windows, behind them stupid plans

It was a lot like greeting trees with torn up roots in my hands

The time I spend is crucial

Wondering if it went well

And lying though wind and rainstorms

Until my planets glow like bells