Layperson

When you try to reach the end, you always go Backwards If you try to stop the pain, you get to know It's not gonna hurt any less Than it did Just a minute ago When you try to bridge the gap, a haunting grows Slowly All these other versions of you stop and go When you try to force a move, your progress slows Striving for some other plane is all we know And there's no shame in that Just lay low, layperson Lay low Sing slow, you householder Lay low Surround yourself with all the things you think you need To be you and see things the way you do After all, who are you without them Say you want to be organic, let it happen Happiness is right here Then that heaviness starts to bear down Lay low, layperson Lay low Sing slow, you householder Lay low So you let the devil drag you down Sometimes you've just gotta wait it out, somehow There's no end, no way back up now I've fucked up now, can't return (I should have seen this coming) It's darker than it was before I should've done more Where's the door Lay low, layperson Lay low Sing slow, you householder Lay low