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Questioning the constructs Where the people build their homes Finding faces in the ceiling Making swirls into a mirror For our own chains Clasping wrists by our own hands Creating demons in our meanings Turning our hearts into sand Because you know Introspection drives me I'll always be fucking up my friendships relentlessly With love and trust and young stupidity A shotgun marriage to blind complacency And finding all my ghosts gave no reprieve She says she don't know Who the car outside is for But the pages on the table Spell a modern sadist fable And she says she don't care If I glance or if I stare But the thing holding my heart Says that it's just too late to start Because you know Introspection drives me I'll always be fucking up my friendships relentlessly With love and trust and young stupidity A shotgun marriage to blind complacency And finding all my ghosts gave no reprieve Introspection drives me But I'm not coming home tonight I'm not here but I'm happy And I don't know if that's alright I'm high, but just in retrospect It's always in my head Smashing sins with a Bible But it was penned by my own hand Because you know Introspection drives me I'll always be fucking up my friendships relentlessly With love and trust and young stupidity A shotgun marriage to blind complacency And finding all my ghosts gave no reprieve