Will & Testament

You don't need
To say anything
All I want is to see you right here
And I'll follow
Where everything is turning upside down
Will you come
Just stay right next to me

The constant misfit
With his misanthropic wishlist
Hang the holly
All he wants for Christmas
Is to stop the haunted visits
But I'm not optimistic
Because the clock is ticking
And dawn is drifting farther
In this post-apocalyptic Gothic Gotham City
My thoughts are spinning,
Watch me switch the topic
On these busy bodies
Just acknowledge you're not listening
And I won't bother talking
But I can't stop my heart from singing
But my bobber's sinking
I never caught a compliment when I've gone fishing
But they've cast me out for all my oddly awkward thinking
I pause a minute,
Taking stock of all that's missing
Wake and make the bacon and the coffee,
Go to work Do the laundry, wash the dishes,
Rinse, repeat
Box me in a coffin, locked in prison
Caught in the monotony we call existence
I'm crossing bridges
But I've also followed rivers Off of waterfalls
And fallen victim to the frost
No, I'm not the strongest swimmer
But I've survived the longest winters of my life
With a fire inside to calm the shivers
Finding solace, not a god, but quantum physics
I holler, ollie, ollie, oxen-free
Cause y'all are obviously quitting on me
While the audience just gawks like, are you finished

You don't need
To say anything
All I want is to see you right here
And I'll follow
Where everything is turning upside down
Will you come
Just stay right next to me

I take a litany of pills to fill the pit in me
I am the epitome of ill
and still they're sick of me
And this disease that kills
Till I am infinitely nil
Riddled with this guilt
From my deficiencies
Running out of sympathy
She's giving me the chills from cold stares
It's no mystery that she'll be rid of me
This old man, how brittley I'm built
With no utility or skill,
And no chance, or ability to heal
Pushing up this wheel
Up the Sisyphean hill
Listen to the shrill symphony of drills
Knitting me a quilt
From chapters of my life
But the stitching isn't silk,
And it's tearing at the seams
And it would seem
That all my dreams of being seen and heard were just absurd
I milked it all for what it's worth and got my just desserts
Too dumb to learn
Cause it just occurred to me that I am undeserving of love
I must have earned literally zilch
And have to come to terms with the fact
That I'm no different from a ilk
Hilt sticking from my back,
Head spinning like a mill
Wilting like a plant on a widow's windowsill In the sun,
Wishing I was wanted
While they're living for the thrill
Sinking to the bottom of a bottle of a whiskey in a swill
Split the bill, money in the till
Spilling on the concrete
For the missing written living will

You don't need
To say anything
All I want is to see you right here
And I'll follow
Where everything is turning upside down
Will you come
Just stay right next to me

You don't need
To say anything
All I want is to see you right here
And I'll follow
Where everything is turning upside down
Will you come
Just stay right next to me