If I were self-contained,
You wouldn't be hearing me out.
If you think I am insane,
Darling, you wouldn't be sharing the air with me.
But for all I know, you could be playing that game of civility.
Either way, darling, you will hear me shout -
My candles had begun to burn purple.
Just had to show me the way to the throne.
Forgot all the hardship of my people.
But my King still left me all alone
-- The cold stone on the throne was unbearable until the
Phone started to tread on thin glass.
Damn, I thought you knew more than to
Just let it crackle me, still I ran fast...
All just to capture you humming a doubting tune.
Oh, mister Johnny,
I'm not detatched.
In fact, it seems to me
That your head is tilting a little bit crookedly.
Like all your hypocrite-self, you're leaning way too close into me.
Sorry, man; my baby Fruition has hatched.