Sometimes things just work.
Sometimes you give a letter a value and you find that it's true in all possible situations.
Sometimes you would just give ellipse a y-coordinate and it would turn out alright.
Sometimes you didn't trip and fall.
Sometimes everything you see goes along with your theory.
But then everyone can pick cherries with their sight lines
And their right minds and what they should have noticed
The balloons up there in the sky
Have nothing to lose and no tears left to cry
So why not prove me right?
As if I wanted to be proved all along
Nobody heard, nobody listened so I never even told them.
I wanted that to go on
Because some debate
Is better than an unjust conclusion
But that's what it's like when one's insane.
Everything just works out and one likes it.
Right up until they fall off cloud nine, out of the blue verse
And into whatever this was meant to be.
I eat hot sweet things with my fingers
Typing accusations with one hand
Thinking that I finally got it right
That now I'd have what I wanted.
And then I denied having it wrong
Assuming someone'd misinterpreted the want
Because it can't have been me.
I was wrong
I hope I'm cured by the shock but I might have lied
A couple times
And I don't even want to try and decide what's real.
I don't even want to try.