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