Zack Ordway: Guitars, Bass, [bad word]  Programming 
Elliot Coleman: Vocals

Lyrics 
I've got a lot of puzzle pieces [bad word] me 
We'll sort it out without a doubt 
Well maybe solve the outer edge and feel that you have lost again 
I don't know where to begin 
show me 
It's the illusion that plagues me while desperately waiting 
for objects to solve themselves 
lets hope that Flynn was right 
 [bad word] the thought of failure 
 [bad word] the fear that my intellect's evaporating 
tell me that you're surprised that this image can't polarize 
it's a lot to remember but I think that if you handle it wisely 
then maybe your success is likely 
take this pen and write me a letter that will slow down time and last me forever 
oh the things that i've read 
laying awake through the sleepless nights 
I was hoping that someone 
would call on me 
I'm not so sure if you're paying attention so maybe 
I've got a lot of puzzle pieces [bad word] me 
We'll sort it out without a doubt 
take this pen and write me a letter that will slow down time and last me forever 
oh the things I've read