We Made A Mess

So what's the possibility that everyone including me
Is slowly all going blind?
Because everyone and everything cant seem to see what it all means
Do we have secrets that we must confide?

If its all white and black we might not make it back
To our intended purpose
If we're all black and blue I don't want to continue
In this hell were living

But with some music notes and baggy pants and puffy coats
The winter will not wear me down or make me freeze
I quickly came concluding that the queen of quails is quitting
And I quote "The quails will be free!"

Dogs don't need a purpose
And quails don't need a purpose
But we think we need a purpose
And I think that's gonna hurt us

So what's the possibility that everyone quite frequently
Thinks that world is doomed?
If history is repeating celebrities still dies in threes
I mourn for our trio of planets

Cause earth is great earth is cool
It's got great lakes and love and squirrels
Its everything I've grown to hate it's grown the things I learned to love

Dogs don't need a purpose
And quails don't need a purpose
But we think we need a purpose
And I think that's gonna hurt us

So what's the possibility
Someday I'll need adenosine?
Cause my heart is starting to fade

And if I turn to scrutiny
Become an awful human being
I beg for you to just end it
One, Two, Three, Four

And Five, Six, Seven, Eight