Of the Spheres

And now our show comes to an end Curtain call, finale I guess you could say this world's surreal with people lost forever Happiness at the bottom of a bottle And two don't stay together For some a waking nightmare For some false fantasy With time lost for fleeting loves And friends past well never see I guess were all the loser Bitch who are you You ain't a follower Why do I care about the paths Laid out before me Imma run through these woods Forest floor I'll see Though the walkways look nice Avert my eyes, I'll still look thrice Gotta stop holding myself to these standards And hold myself up real high My landscapes different to these other bitches' When they had grass I was walking on glass And no one taught me how to put on shoes Of course I was gonna lose If I played by their rules Gotta mark out my own court Gotta build up my own sport Watch me winning my Agincourt I will fight them on the beaches All these other fishes Allegorically in the sea Who don't wanna be caught by me I'll set them free Then take the ones to who I'm fond Raise them big in a small pond And in a fantasy of true dreams One day maybe they'll take me upstream Though right now my score is low I hold no land, heir to no throne I just gotta go off path to my own Destination