They told us we must go It's the opportunity of a lifetime They said But how do they know? Do you see them here? Among the empty stares And crowded stairs Do you see them here?
So why do we all feel Like we brought them? They're here with us In our minds Filled with equations and Latin translations And these people They are there too, aren't they? Seeping into our thoughts
We don't want them there, But are they the only reason we're here? We tell ourselves we came To get away from them But I think we all came To bring them with us To show that even though we are gone There is where we belong.
We are all out of place So out of place, in fact, That we fit together perfectly Like a puzzle Each piece a part of a different picture But shaped to fit each other Redefined cookie-cutter children That's what we are
The dough of our minds Has already been sliced But everyone tries their best to be different So they paint pretty pictures To display what is inside You are holding my brush What do you see? Redefine me.