verseone

i want to write a lyric

that i won't regret in the morning

i'm tired of building ivory castles

to just find out they're made of chalk

and maybe not wall it in with the vulgar

because that's such a "me" thing to do

and i suppose i would try if you let me

to preserve your essence in posterity (forever)

are you worth it?



choral

if you find the art to be invasive

be careful who you are inspiring



versetwo

we can't help but feel like liars

when we present these loft galateas

though they may be milky-white on the surface

the maggots have consumed their hearts

and maybe thats the charm for the listener

that the image they get is seen through filters

and i suppose i have tried and i've failed to

deliver the picture with conviction (embellished)

you weren't worth it



bridge

pygmalion

was a fool

its all a waste of my time

i will unwrite

all my old songs

you have invalidated them

i feel cheap