stop distracting with your cheep-snake talk of ticker tape parades
so cos you acting in these charming little two act tact charades
i hear my name called and
i'm sorry son your showing nearly zero results
you pour your drink too tall
its hard to hide behind the fortress of its not my fault
hey god complex hit me with your worst shot
best not test these owl eyes
as we multiply in this perfectly spun web of glum and white lies
and no sense of surprise and i said
i'm no hero by no default
but i swear that its not my fault