[ Featuring the Deserters ]
I've got a problem with this line
It never looks like what I want to design
I couldn't get the lesson right
I couldn't get it through my fingers in time
Then you drew me a sketch
Of a home, and a rest
And I dreamed
I was free
I've got a problem feeling pain
Sometimes I lose my pain in everyone's pain
So I made a different kind of pain
It isn't fake although it's hard to explain
Then you wore my upset
Through the day that we met
And achieved
What I mean
Sometimes I get scared that I'm not getting better
I don't want to share what little time I might have
And I'm not a person who can just be accepted
I can't buy the rulebook when it makes me feel bad
Everyone makes a little try
Everyone sets a world that spins 'til they die
I couldn't get the hang of mine
I couldn't set the gear to turn how I'd like
Then you spilled your champagne
And it rained on my grave
And I knew
It was true
