Just who the fuck do I think I am, anyway?
I see those golden fields, moon high in the sky, two glasses of wine,
The image slipping away through these deceiving kaleidoscope lenses
Off in the distance I still hear the birds singing,
But the crows will come and peck out their eyes,
Taking over with their black oiled wings,
Swallowing the sky.
I thought it’d be okay
So you be you, and I’ll be me.
The fate’s play their cruel, infernal little jokes
Taking advantage of my vulnerability
I must be completely delusional
One day it will kill me, I know
But is it really so terrible a thing
That my heart is of gold and dangling on my sleeve?
Who’s that standing in the mirror?
You must know me better, because I can’t recognize myself anymore.
Can we try this over?
Why does it always seem to be
No one ever needs me
As much as I need them?
I’ll just pretend…
Let these scars serve as a poignant reminder
Everything gets broken in time
Falling away and crumbling into space
I swear we could subsist through these calamities,
We could make it out of perdition.