A Scale, a Mirror, and Those Indifferent Clocks [Companion]

Here's a scale, weigh it out
You'll find, easily
More than sufficient doubt
These colors you see

Were picked in advance
By some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs

Come in random order
To color the eyes of your former lovers
Hers were green like July
Except when I made her cried
They were red

Now I know a disease
These doctors can't treat
You contract it the day
You accept all you see
Is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be
A reflection of something we're missing

Language just happened
It was never planned
It's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house
Where the light has never been
Waiting for this day to end
And these clocks keep unwinding

And completely ignore
Everything we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
So tell me, then, what was it for?
Tell me love, what was it for?

Gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
You gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
Gotta tell me
Ah, ahh

She gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
She gotta tell me
Gotta tell me