Change encounters fall short Our coincidence no longer foats Convictions readily ignored You're like a postcard in how the scenery shapes your sentiment And i am right to question your interest And intent for overnight scrutiny That kept me in bed You're a comedy of errors Now i won't shake your hand Another hallmark greeting Sodomized by disguise Pride lies behind closed doors Promises f**ed beyond recognition I taped over all your mix tapes bearing the wounds of confessions Time too plan your next attack Like dying words This is my defense... I would rather be despised than praised and trivialized