| True, you say you are
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| I’ll be honest when I say I’m not
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| Use any excuse to get what I want
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| I tell you what you wanna hear
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| Hurting you is the only thing that I could do
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| And I tried to make a motive of good intention without attention
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| So I’ll have the best behavior
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| I’m not a savior. |
| I have too many layers
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| And transpose the meaning, the meaning of all of this
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| Sorry I missed your call. |
| Was it distress?
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| If I reach past your smile, grab an SOS, do I shatter the illusion?
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| Am I doing you a favor?
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| Is there anything to salvage?
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| Is there anything to savor?
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| Am I wasting time that I don’t have?
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| Convincing bystanders around us that it’s not that bad?
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| Well, it’s pretty bad so head back home
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| Flip through a book and pick a god to thank you’re not alone
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| Narcissus broke a mirror and put the shards into his arm
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| Via hypodermic needle but it didn’t do him harm
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| A little self-reflection went a long, long way
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| Now he’s hiding in the cellar, scared to show the world his face
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| Well, I’ve never learned a lesson that I didn’t teach myself
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| I may have lost my shot at heaven, but I bored myself with hell
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| My thoughts on Mother Nature? |
| Hurt her every chance you get
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| I’ve really come to hate her. |
| Let’s cross her off the list!
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| Every skipped stone shears the river into liquid
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| Shining slivers like the steady scalpel of a surgeon
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| Selling virgin flesh to the highest bidder
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| If only all the oracles of old could order us to open doors
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| That we have closed or offer options over ones that we naively chose
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| What we don’t know we don’t know we don’t know
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| Stay calm! |
| Stay silent! |
| «Seek out the sewers,» sang out the sirens!
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| I am the cleaner; |
| you’re the mess
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| Your little white flag is right by your side so just fly it
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| I am the cleaner; |
| you’re the mess
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| SOS! |