Ah worldbuilder
You are going back home
Whether you mean to or not
Round trip with a lot of baggage
Facing what you already fought
You're a band without an audience
And it's not quite a band either
An audience without a drummer
Who's the only one who comes through the speakers
Ah worldbuilder
All you want and all the bother
Ah worldbuilder
Death of your own author
Wearing nothing but time itself
Your fantasies will all enlace
Can't see past the continental shelf
That's just the game freezing in place
Last left school when you were 23
And only took a breakdown to get this far
But it can't help but still haunt your dreams
Those aren't the keys to Ric Ocasek's car
When your rock is an ocean
Are you so surprised you drown
Not good enough to repair
Not broken enough to put down
Worldbuilder
One slip from you and it all curds
Your melodies rhyme better than your words
The micronova heeded your call
Now an open mouth is your mess hall
You're too young, too alone
Too uneducated
To know what innocence is
Didn't spend enough time worldbuilding
Before you built your world
Thought you only brought your favorite parts
Then your own self unfurled
Do you clean up and try again
Or leave no more impearled
All you want and all the bother
Death of your own author