King of Nowhere
I call myself the King of Nowhere
Least of all the mind I dwell
But if I could choose my dominion
I'd shack up in some shit motel
I'd gather all my loyal subjects
Of half spun chords and loose ideas
And mold them into a perfect people
A magnum opus of mass appeal
Do you see
What's killing me
May actually keep me alive?
I am but the faint reminder
Of a love so simple to forget
So when you strike up conversation
I tell you that I'm not there yet
I hold that the word forgiveness
Means I could never live without
And I would rather hold my grudges
Than spend a life consumed by doubt
Do you see
What's killing me
May actually keep me alive?
What's done is done
A setting sun
Has no obligation to rise
I can't spot a violet in a bed of roses
For that I blame my eyes
I see an open door
Another one is closing
Between them's wasted time
I was raised to bury boxes
Within which all my troubles lay
I held on to one labeled "Anger"
I view its contents every day
I am but a lamprey dining
On blood so sweet it rots my spine
But years spent serving false devotion
It means as much as cheap goodbyes
Do you see
What's killing me
May actually keep me alive?
What's done is done
A setting sun
Has no obligation to rise
Has no obligation to rise
Has no obligation to rise
Least of all the mind I dwell
But if I could choose my dominion
I'd shack up in some shit motel
I'd gather all my loyal subjects
Of half spun chords and loose ideas
And mold them into a perfect people
A magnum opus of mass appeal
Do you see
What's killing me
May actually keep me alive?
I am but the faint reminder
Of a love so simple to forget
So when you strike up conversation
I tell you that I'm not there yet
I hold that the word forgiveness
Means I could never live without
And I would rather hold my grudges
Than spend a life consumed by doubt
Do you see
What's killing me
May actually keep me alive?
What's done is done
A setting sun
Has no obligation to rise
I can't spot a violet in a bed of roses
For that I blame my eyes
I see an open door
Another one is closing
Between them's wasted time
I was raised to bury boxes
Within which all my troubles lay
I held on to one labeled "Anger"
I view its contents every day
I am but a lamprey dining
On blood so sweet it rots my spine
But years spent serving false devotion
It means as much as cheap goodbyes
Do you see
What's killing me
May actually keep me alive?
What's done is done
A setting sun
Has no obligation to rise
Has no obligation to rise
Has no obligation to rise
Credits
Writer(s): Michal Comite
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