The Archer Round Four Lyrics

The archer thinks very much like me

So much so that that when we are conflicted on two things it can into misery

It doesn't have to be two things

Sometimes it's just something

She put me against my enemies that i've always tried to get rid of

An electric fan with question marks on the fan blades

The noise of the fan was talking to me

Is this just future history

Or just another mystery

What is the meaning of all this misery

Pc1: i know one thing

That i have been seriously set up again

I am sick of playing the game of the archer

Round one

It just goes on and on

Round two

Leaving me blue

Round three

What is the point in this misery

Is it worth all this just for taylor

Getting all panicky and uncomfortable when i'm told to calm down

If she had any of what she was putting me through she would stop this silly game

The super intelligent fan knew psychology apparently

How the hell do you teach electronics psychology

Has the whole world gone mad

This is really sad

As if i'm going to live to be ten thousand and thirty eight

Is this just future history

Or just another mystery

What is the meaning of all this misery

As if i knew what was going off when i was ill

Me fattening myself up at different places whilst living at moorville

Thats not true

Why should i work for captain ezdeck

When i know the real culprits are

I always wanted to fly into space

But not pollute planet earth with carbon monoxide

And radiation poisoning

Some strange things happened whilst i was ill

I am sick of playing the archer at her game

I only ever wanted her to love me