the surfaces shimmer and i shine back dull i hate all my friends when i'm all alone no time for the evening the daytime's just noise oh what i wouldn't give to be a beautiful boy the moon makes its sad arc and always finds me sleeping i'm tired of these karmic revelations the things that only i know so pour me a ribbon of gold i'm done planning on suffering so i suffer no more she's a bit mystic she sleeps to my left though i'd sworn love was gunned down tonight i'm a witness but life keeps on piling up and i keep trying to live some dream but no one warned me employment was a wasting disease