A Scale, A Mirror, And Those Indifferent Clocks

Here is 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
In the color of the eyes of your former lover
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 on winding and completely ignoring
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar has turned it's no more
So tell me then, what was it for?
Oh tell me, what was it for?