[ Featuring the Aglets ]
Every time I think I'm fine, I seem to cauterize my brain
Like it's my life on the line, while my daughter writhes in pain
It's a strange game
Am I squandering my talents or embarked on a mistake
What's with wandering through dalliance if the hearts don't break
Or even take
If I'm all alone in this universe
Am I all but prone to this chorus-verse-chorus
It's a big if, a big or if/or/and or and/or but
But I wont take a stand 'til she takes a strut
Rut abuts smut
I'm a tad bit too pedantic on the topic of disease
Sick of sycophantic phantoms clinging to antiquities
They synæsthese
Is my oil old
Do my serpents shine
As I ease control
Was it ever mine to decline
Well it's harder to be honest than it seems like it should be
And it's hard to be an artist living so externally
On accident succeeded, so, incidentally, failed
When the track go on repeat it's like it's meant to be derailed
Societal pressure all too familial
That snide little lecture: You can have fun until
You'll need more money, a job, raison d'être, or a kid
I shouldn't let it affect me but I wish that's all that it did
Friends always fleeting, never feeding the flame
Isolation as a boon, disillusion as a bane
There's no solution but locution of refuse
And pusillanimous animus; ambagious absence of the azygous vein
So I'm hunting through hurt in the search of a spine
Every clump of dirt, I claim as mine, mine, mine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
There was a time when I was able to escape from my own mind
