I'm not the monster I'm painted to be, I'm good right to my bones.
I have not inherited your wisdom, I've gone out on my own.
Ploughed a furrow, why do we play these games?
Pause for a thought.
And so it goes.
The most ordinary thing on Earth, a cloud has ruptured above us.
A crack in the skin over our town, a spell in the air that we breathe.
There was a time when I was the only thing that didn't make you sad.
Now you're sad all of the time and I can't alter that.
A fever dips into your heart like a silent arrow.
Complicates any signs of joy with a blanket sorrow.