Don't ask why everybody goes outside all the time
Maybe it's fine but what if you're all mine to lose
Throw me away
Nothing ever happens to those who wait
Folding for the seventh time
Nothing ever comes out right
But it might
Maybe at night
When I fall out of sight again
Through the end of a pen and all the little voices lose their edge
They go do do do do do do do
Colours run the window cutting up the sun
And I'm done with all of the fun
But what if this all comes to pass
Through a space in the glass
And when the curtain closes there's nothing left
Staring at a severed head falling down a set of stairs
Do I care? Maybe I'm scared
Or maybe I'm just there to prove I have nothing to do
And now the entertainment gets bored of you
I go do do do do do do