Never lied to you
Never told the truth
Only ever suggested
Never made it a job
I was far too enthralled
To make the connection
With one wrinkled face
Staring at my lonely place onstage
As I hit the right inflection
Between desperate and alone
Delusional and in the zone
Untaught living your lesson
Dualistic identity
Off-key and heavenly
Like a frail body undressing
Will you remember my name?
Will your mind be the same?
After our 45-minute session
Chorus:
Loyal to the final hour
Offering a burning flower
From my charred human hand
Summoning my mystic power
Dressed in black like a priestly prowler
Willing myself from obscurity
To take this stand
Clenched jaw
Fearing the claw
Nullifying finger dexterity
The chord must be changed
Another naked melody named
Attempted profitability
Take a seat after the set
Response about what I expect
For an expression of honesty
The next singer comes up
Crystalline scraping dust
From the face of recycled homily
Kid’s the real deal
Half-punk half-doomed romantic zeal
Doesn’t waste time on profundity
I stare closer at the untapped talent
Anonymous and utterly gallant
Become convinced I’m looking at me
Chorus
