Colossal - Careless Michael lyrics

What's the sense in argument? I'm on the last line Scattered pages document the decline Accrued experience a crude reminder of the mistakes Struck a balance striking nerves, giving chase What's the sense in argument? I'm on the last line With conviction, polishing what's defined Accrued experience a crude reminder of the forecast Struck a balance, lost the nerve, the last gasp I spent too much time waiting for you only to find mirrors Spent to much time following you only to find mirrors A skeleton's beautiful hands Oh, what's left to do but die? In Irvine what's there to do? It's only a mirage If you go, who'll be waiting for you? Oh, what's left to do but die?