I want what's beautiful
I don't need what's true
I don't want the dark
I don't want the end
Don't even want the dark preview

Nobody's open
At your darkest lull
I'm not your best man
Constantly commenting
But I'm the least impossible

I try not to try
I try not to know
Up until thought itself
Asks "Where do you go?"
I try not to try
I try not to know
Up until thought itself
Asks "Where do you go?"

Up until thought itself
Asks "Where do you go?"

I know I'm not no prize
Not even the best choice
I'm just the least
Impossible boy – oh boy

I'm not the best choice
I'm no choice at all
In fact: of all the boys
I'm just the least
Impossible
The least impossible

Maybe I want to fail
Spec-tac-u-lar-ly
I don't want to
Want to just go
Extinct, quietly