Scale

Here's a scale, weigh it out and you'll find, easily
 More than sufficient doubt that 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
 And they color the eyes of your former lovers
 Hers were green like July,
 Except when she cried they were red
 Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat
 You contract on 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
 And language just happened, it was never planned
 And it's inadequate to describe where I am
 In the room of my house where the light's never been
 Waiting for this day to end
 And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
 Everything that we hate or adore
 Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
 So tell me then, what was it for?
 Oh tell me, what was it for?