|
Let me introduce myself, |
|
my name is no concern |
|
The room is filled |
|
with superficial voices |
|
As the smoke clears |
|
I can see one hundred little lies |
|
Racing to the finish |
|
for a consolation prize |
|
I want to be wrong |
|
I wish that I was uncertain |
|
just like yesterday |
|
This is not who I am, |
|
been planning my escape |
|
So long now that my map |
|
looks like a maze |
|
Always on the dark side |
|
of a pessimistic moon |
|
Or burning in the sun of |
|
what they're saying |
|
If you have the foresight |
|
can you read between the lines? |
|
Finger two and four |
|
inviting fingers one and five |
|
To be in this song, |
|
it's nothing I can shut off |
|
But I think it's my place |
|
To let you know I know |
|
that all your plans are fake |
|
And what you give me |
|
I could never take |
|
Are you confusing me with |
|
someone else you hardly even know |
|
I'm sitting here observing |
|
and more often I am learning |
|
That you are an artist and |
|
this is your show... so sing it |
|
I want to be wrong but |
|
what did i really think |
|
That this could become real? |
|
Now writing in cliches |
|
to learn from my mistakes |
|
But how much of you |
|
could anyone take? |
