It's the farthest place I've ever been

It's a new frontier for me

And you balance things like you wouldn't believe

When you should just let things be

Yes  you juggle things cause you can't lose sight

Of the wretched story line

It's the narrative that must go on

Until the end of time

And you're guilty of some self-neglect

And the mind unravels for days

I've told you once

Yes  a thousand times

I'm better off this way

I'm better off

This way

Where's my queen of hearts  my royal flush

I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks

A suicide  my better days

There's nothing I regret

I've placed the gods in a zip-lock bag

I've put them in a drawer

They've refused my prayers for the umpteenth time

So I'm evening up the score

Small metal gods from a casting line

From a factory in Mumbai

Some manual labourer's bread and butter

And a single-minded life

Small metal gods  cheap souvenirs
You've abandoned me for sure

I'm dumping you my childish things

I'm evening up the score