Charades Lyrics

A cryptic contrast, a wasted backwards viewing

A scripted contrast, with opposition losing

A simple framework, an easy way to put it

A three-act structure, and someone to walk you through it

Rewrite your life as a play-by-play, scene-by-scene

They all ask what you said, but no one knows just what you mean

It'd be so easy, but we never seem to change

It's hard to write about, but really, are you listening

I sit back anxiously, breathe like it's everything

Lucky if I make a dime from all these useless songs I sing

If all my life returns, it's just a turn of phrase

And I can't express myself, then how should I know what I think

I'm a disarray of things, too disperate to stay together

Nothing seems to pass, does this all go on forever

Covering up all my flaws in useless poetry

All of these days, they seem the exact same to me

I wish I didn't care so much about what people think

I wish I didn't think the end is all I really need

I hate finding out my heroes aren't fucked up like me

I hate finding out my heroes aren't fucked up like me

I sit back anxiously, breathe like it's everything

Lucky if I make a dime from all these useless songs I sing

If all my life returns, it's just a turn of phrase

And I can't express myself, then how should I know what I think

It all starts out so vague, a quick but subtle change

I just have to hope that I will never do the same

This constant changes make everything feel incomplete

Playing charades with my anatta to make sense of things

I sit back anxiously, breathe like it's everything

Lucky if I make a dime from all these useless songs I sing

If all my life returns, it's just a turn of phrase

And I can't express myself, then how should I know what I think

If all my life returns, is just a turn of phrase

And I can't express myself, then how should I know what I think