dialogue (instrumental)

I have to make it rhyme

And that shit wastes my time

Just read my diary and you will see

That everything I've ever wanted to say

Could be said in a more poetic way

I don't know what I'm doing

I don't know when to stop

I don't know how to close

I don't know how to knock

I'll reuse these chords

I'm like a music whore

It's some kind of expression

But I guess that's what I'm expressing

This song is real explicit

But don't put that on me

Don't bother to mess with it

Let me throw away the key

I wish you wanted me

But then I think and think

And I don't know how good that would be

There's rules

To this game

There's tools

I could get my way

There's fools

Gettin' played

There's morals and ethics

And I won't mess with it

I'm sorry, it's all on me

I'm sorry if I'm bothering

I don't know where it came from

I don't know how to stop

Please let me in your kingdom

Or sell me like a stock

I'll live under the night

With a dog in the fight

Even though it's not mine

We hear the bell chime

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-dow

Expression is dead

It got to my head

When I was fourteen

And it seemed that I'd get older

I'd know more

I wish I told her

That nothing would be yours

The human experience

Has only so many things before

You run out of the things to sing

So what the hell do you want from me

I can paint a symbolic scene

Picture this

The sun sets

The ground whispers

Why are you upset

You wipe your tears