it's the hardest thing i've ever had to learn how to do
care more about where i'm at than i do about you
goes against my ethos, my ethics, my soul, godammit
i never thought it would go this far
but it has
and you're in it
if we could begin it again it
wouldn't be the same, would it

because where we are now
is not what we were
what i don't know
is how we let it happen in the first place

you're not alone
even though you pretended
open your mind
in case you forget it

but i'm alone
so don't you forget it
what did i find
it wasn't intended

you used to be the best in me
but i had no idea
you loved me, you sheltered me
so i hear

today is the day that we celebrate freedom
yet i feel like a prisoner within my own home
another surprise to hide in the museum

in my mind, in my might, in all of my kingdom
which i hope that one day will let go of it's own
today is the day that we celebrate freedom

i struggle to capture your intimate wisdom
i couldn't hear a thing that you said on the phone
another surprise to hide in the museum

i'm sorry that you've been reduced to this boredom
a ruse that reminds you you're always alone
today is the day that we celebrate freedom

i don't think it worked out quite like i had planned, um..
couldn't pretend that i'd hide what i'd shown
another surprise to hide in the museum

so what have i learned through all this confusion
my psychic ability to hear this has grown
today is the day that we celebrate freedom
another surprise to hide in the museum

poetry is a celebration of language
with a cast of words
written by thoughts
directed by feelings
produced by passion
videographed by memory
and an audience of millions

what you have to say
no, what you have to say
let's see what happens

what you want
no, what you want
i told you

what you need
no, what you need
you need money

what you learn
no, what you learn
you know

because i told you
you need money
but i can't know what you want
because you won't tell me
so i can't help you
you need love
but you don't want what i know
i could help you
but you don't want that
so let's see what happens

we don't enjoy what we do
and don't do what we enjoy
that **** only matters
when it's free

we don't need what we want
and don't want what we need
that **** always happens
to me

everything is beautiful
we don't see it all the time
everything is always there
in someone else's time
in someone else's mind
it's someone else's find
it's someone else's grind
it's someone else's place
it's someone else
isn't it

the sky may be grey
and my soul may be dark
but that doesn't make it okay

the angels you whispered to
inside my heart
wouldn't have it any other way

your method was profound
an intricate art
there's not that much more left to say

and now that we're done
now we can start
to throw it all away

and then when we're done
it's already begun
we'll do it all over again
the same game
the same