it's not lonely
it's death
because nobody knows

it's not only
my breath
because i need it

it's not next week, or last month or whatever you said
omega to aleph
sleep til next week
i don't mind
i don't care
i do what i want
and say what i should

one last crony
is left
and now we know
now we know

he is good
he is kind
but he doesn't exist

he's not there
pay no mind
try not to persist

he is more
than you are
and that's okay

he's not here
and not far
tomorrow, another day

whether it's kruder & dorfmeister
or under the shower
it means the same to me

plain or indifferent
lost and belligerent
it was always meant to be

the wall, the fall, the east, the west
we're better than the rest
south on fourty-second
fourty seconds less
must be madness, she reckons
randomness at best

but, oh! bless you
i thought you sneezed
you did, didn't you
didn't you

i know you're not an idiot
so i'll say it like it is

when i've done something wrong
and i've been caught out
i feel a bit embarrassed
apologise if i need to
and try it again
without
*******
it up

but you don't know what's right or what's wrong
and you've been caught out
you ought to be embarrassed
an apology isn't worth it
so try it again
without
*******
it up

i know i'm not an idiot
but you seem to know the difference
i know i'll be okay
because it is what it is, right?
it is what it is.

because it's worth it.
so why put up with it?
it happens

every time
and crumbles to the ground
it wants to hang around
and makes it real, for me
it inspires a new philosophy

every time
an idea that doesn't last
an achievement from the past
like a well-read magazine
it'll always be a has-been

every time
unimaginable pressure
loads of broken furniture
an intricate befunge
my memory's a sponge

every time
you use all your confetti
any time you're ready
waiting for the next text
let's see what happens next

and we didn't hurt anyone
it was fun
back to front, and we're done.

take mine
take me
take all of it, it's free

make mine
make me
anything you want it to be

fake mine
fake me
is all that's left of me

make mine
make me
the best that it can be

i didn't ask, but you gave anyway
it wasn't weird, but you thought so
i tried to take it all in, let it begin all over again
but by then you were solo
so low
against the movement of the night
the resistance to the light
the opposite of maybe

you know, and it shows.