i regretfully withdraw my offer to try to improve myself
i sincerely believe the results would be a disasteri held the chisel against my cheekbone
and i beheld the face of my true masteryou've gotta love the house you're in
you've gotta love the house you're insat out on the balcony doing blow, playing chess by myself
there is a pseudointellectual in me
oh, but luckily there's something else
a frog with its tongue stuck to the inside of my chest
a crow that keeps banging up against the glass
a well-intentioned demon somewhere within
maybe the last one's not so bad, maybe the last one's the main attractionbut you've gotta love the house you're in
you've gotta love the house you're in
cuz someone keeps writing your name all over the walls
someone keeps writing your name all over the walls, ba-da-da-dai would like to be more for you than just a ghost lighting up in the courtyard
sometimes i am an actual man standing perfectly still in the dark
starless future, folklore past
so leave the shade halfway open
leave the shade halfway drawn
i am writing a line for the stars
happiness is waiting for you to fall