You've gotta look through a telescope
We're spinning on an axis of our own
Terribly fast, awfully slow
And every three-hundred sixty-five
We're counting down the hours left of life
A sold out show
And a pair of lips at midnight set the tone
You've got promises to keep
You swore to craft a new identity
Resolved and claimed to change your ways
That grew from tainted seeds
It's cruel, the lies we tell our minds
And actually believe
So indulge me for the holidays
Till after New Year's Eve
And love won't fill the holes
Grandeur is a consequence of sorrow
Stop and hold
Stagnancy will take its toll
You're all out of rope
And boredom breeds a claustrophobe
So I could never blame you
That getting out was how you chose to cope