Open Ended by for example John

Lyrics:

All of my thoughts are just ink blots
A Rorschach staring at me right into the eyes
Tied into knots pulling at the frayed ends just to make sense
(so I),

Tried to write it down, I tried to find it waiting for me in the spaces between letters
When I trace back all I’ve erased on the page I’m only left with these ghosts to tell me
It’s all open ended

One last stage without the applause; just a fistful of feathers waiting to the right
Hiding in my imperfect penmanship
Tongue-tied, slurring over and over again

Tried to write it down, I tried to find it waiting for me in the spaces between letters and words.
When I trace back all I’ve erased on the page I’m only left with these ghosts to tell me
It’s all open ended

Lyrics by Marcus Gooda

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• emo
• indie
• lodz
• math rock
• Poland