I regretfully withdraw my offer
To try to improve myself
I sincerely believe the results
Would be a disaster
I held the chisel between my cheekbones
And I beheld the face of my true master
You've gotta love the house you're in
You've gotta love the house you're in
Sat out on the balcony
Doing blow, playing chess
By myself
There is a pseudo-intellectual in me
Oh but, uh, luckily there's something else
A frog with its tongue stuck
To the inside of my chest
A crow that keeps banging
Up against the glass
A well-intentioned demon
Somewhere within
Maybe that last one's not so bad
Maybe that last one's the main attraction
You've gotta love the house you're in
You've gotta love the house you're in
Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls
Someone keeps writing your name all over the walls
Ah da da da
I would like to be more for you
Than just a ghost
Lighting up in the courtyard
Sometimes I am an actual man
Standing perfectly still in the dark
Starless future
Folklore past
So leave the shade halfway open
Leave the shade halfway drawn
I'm writing a line for the stars
Happiness is waiting for you to fall