On a string I was held. The way that I move, can you tell? My actions are
orchestrated from above. So I swing and I sway. Wave my hand. Kick my leg. And
it is always right with the music. "Until all that swinging starts to make you
sick" For a song I was bought. Now I lie when I talk with a careful eye on the
cue card. Onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me
all your pity and your money. Now. "We used to think that sound was something
pure" If I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I've
been placed, then, I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid
of sounding fake. Now all that anyone is listening for are the mistakes. In a
house, by myself, I hear the ice start to melt and watch rooftops weep for the
sunlight. And I know what must change. Fuck my face. Fuck my name. They are
brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have. Something true I have
lacked and spent my whole life trying to make up for. But I found in a song and
in the people I love. They will lift me up out of darkness. And now my door, it
stands open stands open. I am inviting everyone in. We will laugh. We're gonna
drink until the morning comes. That's what we are going to do. Come on!!