Cease To Know

Why does the color

Move away from my mind

The first place I rest

Is the last of its kind

Growing my thoughts

On tethers borrowed by time

My eyes choose to blur

And my body unwinds

There's feelings I've left

In the past I would guess

That they weren't fulfilled

Or that they were a mess

Now the energy in

All the things that I touch

Controlling my mind

Making me think too much

I'll have to have problems

With the things that I know

I'll go to the movies

I won't lose control

I've come to see you on

I've come to see you on

I've come to see you on

I've come to see you on