profound regards
When you said it, it hit home, pandered to a psyche
I related, oft’ debated, cadence almost hit a high key
But you see I’m not the boy with that glimmer in his eyes
Was I ever set to be? Does this take you by surprise?
Listen good, for tonight there’ll be no mincing on my end
By all means, make mistakes but don’t mistake me for a friend
So sue me, I lied but your contemptuous eyes are perjury,
You pick and chose, with your precision tools, performing social surgery.
Like some remorseful brother of Joseph, I’m actually dying to make amends
Eaten by wolves was just a story, but why explain so near the end?
They say to break a habit, you must sometimes embrace the lie
They saw me smiling at the verdict, now I serve it till I die.
A reminder to all those that may have forgotten over the years,
This self fulfilling prophecy, realization of my fears, but know this…
I’m the germs left on your body, when the soap swipes your tender skin
I’m the waiter hovering over, when your lunching out with kin
I’m the angel you’ve been fearing, ever since the day you’re born
I’m the bastard at the traffic light, still blowing on my horn
I’m the friend, who’ll take that bullet without a question or a query
I’m the noble Dalai Lama, I’m so loyal, it’s bloody scary.
I’m the Last of the Mohicans, I’m Peter Pan, you savvy?
I’m a misfit in this generation, now that’s a little heavy…
Is that Nigella in her Chevy?
I’ve become a little wiser, but not wise enough to boast
An amateur at elaborate plans, though I find me playing host
If ever I repeat, may my life pay for the forfeit of my pride
May I burn in hell, may I be abandoned and have no where left to hide.
I related, oft’ debated, cadence almost hit a high key
But you see I’m not the boy with that glimmer in his eyes
Was I ever set to be? Does this take you by surprise?
Listen good, for tonight there’ll be no mincing on my end
By all means, make mistakes but don’t mistake me for a friend
So sue me, I lied but your contemptuous eyes are perjury,
You pick and chose, with your precision tools, performing social surgery.
Like some remorseful brother of Joseph, I’m actually dying to make amends
Eaten by wolves was just a story, but why explain so near the end?
They say to break a habit, you must sometimes embrace the lie
They saw me smiling at the verdict, now I serve it till I die.
A reminder to all those that may have forgotten over the years,
This self fulfilling prophecy, realization of my fears, but know this…
I’m the germs left on your body, when the soap swipes your tender skin
I’m the waiter hovering over, when your lunching out with kin
I’m the angel you’ve been fearing, ever since the day you’re born
I’m the bastard at the traffic light, still blowing on my horn
I’m the friend, who’ll take that bullet without a question or a query
I’m the noble Dalai Lama, I’m so loyal, it’s bloody scary.
I’m the Last of the Mohicans, I’m Peter Pan, you savvy?
I’m a misfit in this generation, now that’s a little heavy…
Is that Nigella in her Chevy?
I’ve become a little wiser, but not wise enough to boast
An amateur at elaborate plans, though I find me playing host
If ever I repeat, may my life pay for the forfeit of my pride
May I burn in hell, may I be abandoned and have no where left to hide.