Would you still be shocked at this point if you found out that I was god? Because I've been trying. All my time & energy. To make you think that life's all about me. Then we wake up with our parallel days We see everything the exact same way: So complicated & high. Heads dead on arrive, And looking like we might have an answer For why I take what's good and throw it away. Never finding out which one would've stayed. So find me driving home in the slow lane. Find me coming up with impressions, And I'm trying to be the new modern sinner. Just don't be fooled by me - I've always splintered away. And will you be so surprised? I'm clinically fed-up on a new string. And it just tightens when I'm pushed in to the breeze. To think you thought I might be an answer Or a wake up, or a break on your knees. But me, I'm still around and you're feeling everything. Fascinatingly higher than barely alive, And looking like we might need an answer For why I take what's good and throw it away. Never finding our which one's would've stayed. Find me driving home in the slow lane. Find me coming up with impressions, And I'm trying to be the new modern sinner. Just don't be fooled by me - I've always splintered. Don't be fooled by me - I've always splintered away.