And So...

Too fickle to need, too tickled to grieve
For the man with his heart on his sleeve
A pleasant surprise in the backs of his eyes for me

Hell, I didn't care, I knew he was there
In the hall with that slippery stare
How funny we fall how foul we fare when we leave

Wheeling down that wicked road
The sins are sticking to our clothes
It's enough to put a better man to shame

Just chalk it up to make-believe
The folly of your family tree
Better just to let it be and go

Too tired to try, more likely to
Lie like a lion who's so well despised
Than tend to the shallow fields that are hallowed and gray

So nothing is true, how lucky for you
Just to toss it, another lost shoe
Lace it up a little harder I'd really like to get it started, hey, hey

How carefully how unforeseen
Like fallout from a wicked dream
I've been living in the in-between for quite some time

There's a place I'd rather go
But forced to stick to what I know
Lace it up, oh let it go, okay

And once it gets in, then, baby
It spins like a wheel with a talent for feeling
Like everything here has gotten ugly and a little rotten hey hey

And baby, it's tough
I'd rather pick up a bottle than drink down that stuff
Shoot straight as an arrow through fist and through marrow I bleed

I'm looking on this holiday
Two lovely eyes that look away
Better just to write the play and save myself

From what I know and what I dream
There's nothing worth recovering
No matter if I have the means or not

And so