indefinite idée fixe
I was in the backseat
Working on a rap sheet
About how much of a fool I’ve been
I bought into the fiction
That all that I believed in
Was a simple undeterred projection
You painted on the canvas
A million different faces
And told me you were on my side
Existential questions
Everything’s perception
Humanity’s beseeching a sign
I committed like a vagrant
To a transient station
I was left pining for the divine
When you told me life was perfect
And all things have a purpose
I let out a suspicious sigh
But the world was cracked and jaded
And your voice it slowly faded
Nonexistence couldn’t substantiate why
So in a puddle I’ve become
Just one face in a million
Because you forgot to paint in the lines
