How could you let this happen You were doing just okay A path projected on to My own synthetic hate The smell of paint gives me everything I need to know Why so quiet Now that it's gone I'll never take what doesn't make me feel like nothing at all At all A metaphysic question A heart that beats off base A chemical reaction To shooting me in space The time it took to get here never seemed so long ago The extra step to take me 7,000 years away Taken out of this cold weather My own synthetic hate The smell of ocean tells me everything I need to know Why so quiet Now that it's gone I'll never take what doesn't make me feel at home