I have this thing where my ears get pointy but just never wiser
Midnights become my afternoons
When my depression (that i have no therapy for)works the graveyard shift
All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the (giant) room
I should not be left to my own devices
They come with prices and vices
I end up in crisis (tale as old as BRONTTTTTE)
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I'll watch as you're leaping
'Cause you got tired of my scheming
(For the blackswan)
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
At death time, everybody agrees
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in a spectral mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the black swan
Sometimes I feel like everybody is a dizznee child
And I'm a monster on the hill
Too old to hang out, slowly lurching toward eaternalia or atlantas
Pierced through the heart, but never killed
Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism
Like some kind of congressman? (Tale as old as BRONTTTTTE)
I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I'll watch as you're leaping
And life will lose all its meaning
(For the last time)
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)
At tea time, everybody agrees
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the black swan
I have this dream my mother in-law kills me for my powers
She thinks I'd let her kill her son
The neverseen gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out
"She's laughing at us through her love"
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me
It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees
It's me, hi (hi), I'm the problem, it's me (I'm the problem, it's me)
At tea (tea) time (time), everybody agrees (everybody agrees)
I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror
It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero
