My voice
It's never in the right key
You worshipped yourself
So why not me?

And you'll say that you did
But you know what I mean
Accomplishments cruel
That you hold over me.

Something changed
Something inside me snapped
The boy would excuse me having found out it's just him
That's a game changer for sure

Now I listen to the same few songs on repeat
I can't handle new music
Walk all over me with your musical knowledge
And such things of fate like that

You'll always say I had a choice
I never had a choice
I never even had a choice

I'm not surprised
It's my disguise
Tear at my eyes
My fate is light
I'm not your mother
And I ain't your daddy neither
Might be your brother
Am I my brother's keeper?

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

What if I died?
I'd be alright
We all survive
This structure fine
Swaddle my babies
Teach them to drive a stickshift
Don't vaccinate me
I think I'm viraddicted

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

When we disagree
It's polite to cover up
Thresholds break
It's time to **** em up
You can't save me, you can't save me
I was forced to be a person with these properties forever

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all

You're a devil
Late when you fall
You're an angel
You done it all,

Forgive

I am the north
I am the south
I am the life that I don't know about
Maybe you're versed
Yeah, you've caught a wind
You owe it all to me
I'm your progenitor

I am the east
I am the west
I am the first, the last and second best
Blame it all on me
I've got it figured out
I'm your progenitor
Faith and your doubt

(Soft and whispered, as in some pop punk song intros)

(The circle goes round
The spiral goes down
You become what you don't want.

Who is the cent-eral figure,
Is he a beacon of hope?
I'd-shuh hate to be so blunt)

(Power chords)

(Shouted emotionally)

You go on and be a paladin, cuz you can be, I
I'll just take the obligation
You deny it's what you do to me, do to me, but I know
I'm a blatant disappointment

If you could make me feel, make me feel, like weee hyad hope
Even if it was a **** lie
You would give me the sensation
Well before you were indi-yeeted
For every wohn of yoah **** lies

Now Iyhh, deon't, bleame you
For lyen to me, lyen to me
Lyi-ennn is all we kyann doh
Frommh, theatt, vantage
It ohmost seems like allll we evuh dooo
All we do is tahll - the - truth.

(More vicious)

The circle goes round.

The spiral goes down.

You become what you don't want.

Who is the center-al figyuh?

A beacon of hope?

I'd shoah hate to behy sooo blunt!

Good health is recipient to rapture
Such infinitesimal pieces, so familiar to my mind
Like a child, catching snowflakes on the tongue
Within a weathering old man

He's just as cute, and you know it

Once and done, never to return
Yet you have the strangest feeling that you've been here before.

Dreamlike leaves reaching out to you, they're reaching out in all directions
You never had time to read them all
But you know it's not fake, you let the ones you left behind
Fall, captured by the wind
Enraptured with a girl
Caught up in her hair and then she's gone.

Did you dream you were a handsome man?
Looks can be deceiving.
But I still think you're handsome,
Though you might catch one of my rougher edges,
Peering through your periscope
From your bed
At the bottom of the sea

(Has it drifted far
From Pennsylvania?)

Or driving down the road...
Missed your blind spot!

(I'm omnidimensional)

Or some other desperate, hollow contrivance of reality.

!
I am filled with eclipsing forms
Plants and mushrooms and animals--
You are free to rummage through them
Maybe you'll find your purpose, or whatever they're calling it these days...
Maybe you'll find you're not the cause of all pollution and suffering after all
Or maybe you'll just really hope it's not like that...

Like I said: good health is recipient to rapture,
Stumbling angels, I tell you!
Pride is a sin and you might fit in.
They're running into each other and spilling plates of food,
All criss-crossing tethers turning children to hypocrites,
Wearing us threadbare,
Spinning absurdities and creating problems with no address!

But that beech tree still stands there,
Silver and --
Just looking at you like,
"Well, what the hell did I do?"

Anyway,

This is a relationship,
And it has been figured out on every point.
I know it kind of ruins it to say that.
But I'm still here and I've got things to do.
So, there's that.

It is not good when I just let myself ramble