Pantomime Rebel - NOV,

Questioning the constructs
Where the people build their homes
Finding faces in the ceiling
Making swirls into a mirror
For our own chains
Clasping wrists by our own hands
Creating demons in our meanings
Turning our hearts into sand
Because you know
Introspection drives me
I'll always be fucking up my friendships relentlessly
With love and trust and young stupidity
A shotgun marriage to blind complacency
And finding all my ghosts gave no reprieve
She says she don't know
Who the car outside is for
But the pages on the table
Spell a modern sadist fable
And she says she don't care
If I glance or if I stare
But the thing holding my heart
Says that it's just too late to start
Because you know
Introspection drives me
I'll always be fucking up my friendships relentlessly
With love and trust and young stupidity
A shotgun marriage to blind complacency
And finding all my ghosts gave no reprieve
Introspection drives me
But I'm not coming home tonight
I'm not here but I'm happy
And I don't know if that's alright
I'm high, but just in retrospect
It's always in my head
Smashing sins with a Bible
But it was penned by my own hand
Because you know
Introspection drives me
I'll always be fucking up my friendships relentlessly
With love and trust and young stupidity
A shotgun marriage to blind complacency
And finding all my ghosts gave no reprieve

Written by:
Brian Hodge

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