I never had the faith that you could read a room
Your glasses broke in half and you're too quick to assume
You're standing on a chair just to see beyond the crowd
They're lining up in throngs because they knew they weren't allowed
To offer up the claim that his talent was endowed
His wrist will twist the knob to make his music way too loud
I'm tearing pages
Of books I read in hopes that they would tell me what to say
I think you're ageless
Your bleeding mind on borrowed time was thrown beneath the stage
I never understood why the veils were so thin
I'd conceal more with an unconvincing grin
Splayed upon my face and dripping down my chin