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Iâm starting to think that maybe Iâm wrong. Itâs easy to forget what youâre fighting for and what matters more. But maybe Iâm not. What if only time can tell? Well, until then weâll try this again.
I feel colder without you but Iâve learned to embrace the chill about you. I canât tell if I lost or found you. Am I making sense or do I confound you?
Oh what to do? Nothing is new. Now I must deal with my true form of reality. They like to tax me drastically. Still learning to fantastically.
Hearing you talk makes me want to shut my mouth. I wonder who taught you to whisper with a voice so loud. Oh wow! Youâve got opinions to share? So just keep yelling through the door sending your four-letter prayers. Get lucky once if I care! Use all your luck if Iâm really even there! Iâm so exhausted with noise. You give me options but donât give me a choice.
âLetâs get rich quick,â my invitation to the cynics.
âWell, I canât do that. Iâm saving up for the day that I get sick. So run away with your teenage schemes.â
What youâve got in smarts; Iâve got ten times in dreams.
I feel colder without you but Iâve learned to embrace the chill about you. I canât tell if I lost or found you. Am I making sense or do I confound you?
Sesame Street is No Place for Me:
You commie-loving, death-counting tally-keeping delinquent. I love the way you suck me in. Itâs my favorite form of sin. And all this nonsense banter itâs like Iâm talking to an infant. I made the best mistake I could make. Iâve thought of worse before but this takes the cake.
So youâre getting over me by getting under other people? Adding insult to injury: what do they equal?
Did you pray to God to fall out of love with me? Cause I do the same but in a different way. I ruined every holiday and hated every game you play. Your wish came true, now youâre true blue.
Youâre such a debutante, dilettante, miles of skin to flaunt. You will get what you want.
And now you hang out around with the coolest cats Iâve met. You sold away whatâs left within and left me with the mess that Iâve been in.
A wishing well, a witchâs spell: oh, the things that you will need if your convoluted delusions of grandeur ever will succeed.
Whatâd you do; fall on another accident? Iâd rather hang from a fucking ceiling fan.
I can tell you think youâre happy but the audience is never clapping. Years ago, they mightâve loved you. You should have never let them touch you. Now theyâve cut you down into a film to snuff you.
Thereâs no mask that you can wear if youâve got no face to wear it on.
Letâs play bow and arrow with each other using tongues! Release our syllables and calculate whoâs won.
We all dream weâll have it all one day.
So count your beauty marks weighed next to your scars. No matter the victor, weâre happy every wound is ours.