Its the farthest place Ive ever been
Its a new frontier for me
And you balance things
Like you wouldnt believe
When you should just let things be
Yes, you juggle things
Cause you cant lose sight
Of the wretched storyline
Its the narrative that must go on
Until the end of time
And youre guilty of some self-neglect
And the mind unravels for days
Ive told you once
yes, a thousand times
Im better off this way
Im better off this way
Wheres my queen of hearts
My royal flush
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
My suicide, my better days
Theres nothing I regret
Ive placed the Gods
In a Ziploc bag
Ive put them in a drawer
Theyve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time
So Im evening up the score
Small metal gods
from a casting line
From a factory in Mumbai
Some manual labourers bread and butter
And a single-minded life
Small metal gods
Cheap souvenirs
Youve abandoned me for sure
Im dumping you, my childish things
Im evening up the score
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