"Take a coat, its cold out tonight"
i heard from the door as i left
i ignored the plea out of spite
for myself and body's best interest
luckily drops from the sky disguise
my ruined hands, my sore and heavy head,
im a wreck and my shoes arent tied
and i know we should all be in bed

"ladies and gentlemen i proudly present,
a baby-blue boy at his pathetic worst
for you to enjoy as light entertainment,
how we love to crucify those we've cursed!"
and with those words i take the stage
and you all rise in mock appreciation
for my tantrums and passive aggressive rage
i mention losing, and our explosive collaboration

offstage, i knock a quiet tune on thin glass
no one answers and this flask is no solace
all heads roll to see the gathered mass
on the ground, underneath a dimly-lit space
"here comes the self-loathing soliloquy!"
each of you say in hushed, subdued tones
and with that i rip myself into eternity
to the rapturous appluase of puppet-drones

"ladies and gentleman, i hope you enjoyed the show;
and how about a hand for our pathetic star?
he will see you again, he'll be here tomorrow
and the next day, and as long as the heavens are!"
and with those words i leave the stage
the lights go up and im revealed to mine eyes
worked to the bone for no personal wage
worked to the bone to fall from the skies

damage control; this was never just an act
i was there and i felt it happen in my face
as the streetlight dwindled, i made a sworn pact
not to find my way home or my own place
wandering seems like a harmless little scene
there is no place now where i can be well swayed
by some old film or the cutest nose i've seen
or an easy laugh, the way that record was played

"ladies and gentlemen i proudly present,
a baby-blue boy at his pathetic worst
for you to enjoy as light entertainment,
how we love to crucify those we've cursed!"

how we love to, we really love to...crucify

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