(Fell From) Grace

I fell down from grace into some kind of wasted space
Now that I'm a resting place for stressed evil demons
I'm afraid that the work is worth it in the end
But I'll play pretend the world doesn't circle me
Like mine ain't the mind I perceive all the time
And I'd rather not imply that it's hurting me but sometimes I think

That maybe I will never be a book you read
The comic relief you need
And I'll always be the buddy botched, who did you wrong
And above all has been here too long

All you ever do these days is make me feel disgrace
Lille van, I have to pretend
That I'm more than enough to fend off any type of dread
Can I lament that you and I will never be any more than friends?
Never more than friends
Your world's filled to the brim with a million people
Mine is alight like a candle at night
And I'd rather not suggest that it bothers me but sometimes I think

That maybe I will never be a book you read
The comic relief you need
And I'll always be the buddy botched, a bullet you dodged
All the butterflies are moths
And maybe I will never be the one you need
The ground beneath your feet
And I'll always be a reason why, another time
So I think I've been here way too long