Perhaps an abstract measurement, from one to another
A forgotten method of our past, an imprecise echo
Inward and outward, stability undercover
Niggling in the last place one would think to go

Pandering to the reality that we have seen ourselves below
Arrogant stabs of dull measured laughter
Idiotic for me to attribute humanity like so
No one else could blame me for that, not after

Precarious it makes us all, as from the rafter
Accepting the avoidance as though we must
Imploring it go away, as if our wishes matter
Never allowing for such a failure in trust

Oh, it was here for a reason, so we were told
Oh, hurt comes from the buyer, whom it was sold