Primary Colors

Heard a voice callin' out through all the static I was zoned out in my car Spiral thought, glow of red, washed out When you picked up the phone I wasn't ready, I was taken by surprise Thought it out, I still feel lost somehow Finite, the primary colors hit our eyes And they can be anything You are the pain of a phantom limb I felt in blue and red And I could call it off, if you let me I was steady in my breath In and out, with my lungs on fire The key is by the door You can have it, I don't need it anymore Spiral out, seven years of bad luck Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here? I wanna love entirely, but I was led astray Will I rely upon myself to find a way to go from here? I understand it all now, it's not supposed to make sense Finite, the primary colors hit our eyes And they can be anything You are the pain of a phantom limb It's not supposed to make sense It's not supposed to make sense It's not supposed to make sense