Flipped the coin. Rolled the bones. I dreamed what I dreamed then I woke up alone.
That’s just how it is in the boiler room where the fire gets fed. Will it light up my will, or destroy me instead?

There’s no way to know when the monster’s right outside the door.
Don’t matter anymore what’s real and what’s true,
when I am not allowed to sort it out with you.

I’ve always told you that providence is just a tool used by righteous to rule the fool.
I’ve never believed in the “meant to be” or the “evermore.” Fate is capricious and luck is a whore.

So how did I wind up so overwhelmed, and so surprised,
so raw, and so unwise? It’s not like me at all.
When did I take up with the fools? I don’t recall.

Eons pass, no one has clue about why we’re still here.
Poets preach, and scholars teach, but it never gets more clear.
And still we order food in our restaurants, and tell our children that everything’s alright.

But right here tonight, there is you and me, and we’re too smart to let fear of everything tear us apart.
No we’re not in love. We’re the best of friends. Aw, ain’t that sweet? A saccharin win from the jaws of defeat.

But I must repeat, the monster’s right outside the door.
Don’t matter anymore what’s real and what’s true,
when I am not allowed to sort it out with you.

So how did I wind up so overwhelmed, and so surprised,
so raw, and so unwise? It’s not like me at all.
When did I take up with the fools? When did they change up all the rules?
When did the climate grow so cruel? I don’t recall.

Wind up the clock. Watch the decades roll by. No, this is not a real emotion. Something’s sticking in my eye.
Baby I know that the show didn’t end like you wanted. The seats are hard as iron, and the theatre’s haunted.
You expected so much more when you walked in the door than a promise, and some jewelry, and a weak metaphor.
And this Adventure Boy, he ain’t a hero at all. He doesn’t do the heavy lifting. Doesn’t come when you call.
He just believes, and he dreams, and he calls you his girl.
This is a stupid world. This is a really stupid world.
Don’t you forget it. It’ll tell you you’ve got time. Put you to sleep if you let it…….


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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