Quality Time

You say you've got some big secret
You don't want nobody to know
I think I'm gonna pull that thread
I wanna see where this goes
You say your father's a monster
And you're too afraid to go home
Seems like a real touchy subject
I think I'll leave that alone

You slide through conversation
Like a needle pulling thread
Talking about big concepts
That shit's way over my head
You see for me and what I need
That's all right here at my desk
I got some knobs that I can twist
Plenty of buttons to press

I don't deserve to be near you
Or even breathe the same air
To me, you appear to
Be an artifact so precious
A stone so rare

So don't count on me for nothin'
I've never been well behaved
I make no promise to no one
That's just the way I was raised
And by now, I'm set in my habits
And I figure I'll never change
I've said it once, I've said it twice
Life is strange
Life is strange

So Dismas and Gestas
I hear they're alive and well
And they're living in Paris
With their buddy Jacques Brel
But first some corrections
With me, you can count on two things
I'll draw connections where there're none
And I'll try to rhyme anything
So Dismas and Gestas
I hear they're alive and well
Or maybe I heard wrong
Maybe they're burning in hell

I don't wanna hurt nobody
Nobody ever hurt me
I got so many friends now
But you know, that's temporary

Poor boy, the Lord took him early
It was beyond his control
You say he's still with us surely but
He ain't got no body
He ain't got no soul

I miss my friends and my family
I wanna go home
I miss my dog and my cat
I just wanna go home
I miss all of my possessions
I wanna go home
I swear that I learned my lesson
I wanna go home