At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy. 
I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasant I passed. 
As life walked by. 
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare. 
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. 

It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees. 
It didn't like me fucking up the balance. 
I'm undoing life's work. 

Since I never once saw that gaze fade. 
My bag became smaller, the unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before.
 I think I'm losing my friends. 

I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare. 
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. 

I think I was a lovely boy. 
It feels like a million years since I was him. 
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop it's horrible stare. 
I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. 

To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me. 
To turn it all around. 
I think I was a lovely boy. 
Let's see if we can't make a lovely lovely man.