Phillip, Burn The Piano Video (MV)

I've been making eyes at your ceiling fan
I've been making questionable decisions
My words remiss and break your skin
Like a surgical incision
And my apologies
Are like Tanzanite from my lungs
Still shine like diamonds
Oh, a blurred face on a divine waitlist
My god's wasted at the corner bar
I saw your savior
He was begging for change
Screaming "everyone's the same"
We all are
I spoke my name in foreign tongues
Introspected over months to learn
You can't change
Your burnt-out flickering
Attic bulb alone
So I came home
So I said my prayers and went to bed
But I don't think the message sent
F*cking God left me on read
With a microscope to my bones
Cracked and bruised but they don't show
Cut the throats of snow angels
And my head has gotten big
That my old halo don't fit anymore
It's not even close
So you sit around
At your old desk
Suicide note
It's your fifth draft