if it ever adds up to isolation
tap me on the back and i’ll catch the train
being alone takes it out of me
while walking away takes me

embarrassment,
is that all i can find?
in the nooks and crannies,
in the burrows of my own mind
will i prove myself? my masculinity
oh god, examine
please examine me

the yearned-for photographs
infiltration means another man’s trash is indeed my treasure
yes, ownership does have it's perks but not mine
no, not mine
don’t do this to me, they’re not mine

the yearned-for autographs
inspiration means another man’s trash is indeed my pleasure
yes, ownership does have it's perks but not mine

would somebody else hold the rifle for once?
is this disease kicking in or are the headphones
letting me know who it is that i am?
checkpoint’s blocked by the sea
everyone seems so sad, or is it me?
or is it the small huntress with the kite?
cause i don’t know what to think
of all the consumers inside her small figurative heart

would somebody else hold the rifle for once?
Is this disease kicking in or are the headphones
letting me know who it is that i am?
checkpoint’s blocked by the sea
everyone seems so sad, or is it me?

where are all these pills you take, the pills you take?
these pills you take to disguise your hollowed horse
breathe in the fumes you make to take back what’s yours
i wish i were you, i wish i were you
if no one will read it, put the pen down
if no one will read it, put down the pen
ambition always doubles the weight of the world
i wish i were you, i wish i were you
i wish i were you

and when it's done and we’re all gone
into this night we will run
i am here, boy, i'll be here, boy
and in the depths, the night will prove
who was wrong and who was right
i was wrong, boy, and now wide awake