Singing songs to calm the king
To stand where he stood in the vast debris
Ah in the glory of the good
In every neighbourhood

Looking at heights impractical to
Dream writing about words
Writing about dreams
About thoughts for free
The waste, the glory, the vast debris

I am made for this
To teach you what to
Want I'm uncertain on purpose
To make you feel
That you're not
I wanna show you
Just how smart I am
Which is actually
Actually kinda dumb

I'm just a man
I worry about you
Whether you hate
Hate, hate me or not
Or whether with me
Or without me
I worry I am lost