i want to write a lyric
that i won't regret in the morning
i'm tired of building ivory castles
to just find out they're made of chalk
and maybe not wall it in with the vulgar
because that's such a "me" thing to do
and i suppose i would try if you let me
to preserve your essence in posterity (forever)
are you worth it?

if you find the art to be invasive
be careful who you are inspiring

we can't help but feel like liars
when we present these loft galateas
though they may be milky-white on the surface
the maggots have consumed their hearts
and maybe thats the charm for the listener
that the image they get is seen through filters
and i suppose i have tried and i've failed to
deliver the picture with conviction (embellished)
you weren't worth it

bridge
pygmalion
was a fool
its all a waste of my time
i will unwrite
all my old songs
you have invalidated them
i feel cheap