Backspace on the doubtful dirge, I know I'm in the middle of it
This narrative my pen has purged is the drowning in the riddle of it
You took our surety for hate, so dogged in your doubt
Suffered wolves in your embrace I spent years keeping out
I'm not disappointed, I'm disturbed
If you knew what I know, any less is worse
Should I be diplomatic in a hearse?
Fall into the siren's charms, her ocean has no bottom of it
Find your summer in her arms, but never see the autumn of it
Death can be a teacher when it shows us how it ends
Say I'm such a preacher, but I think I'm just your friend
Fearmonger at his mother's grave
Say to weep for you is no way to behave
As if there's no stakes and no need to be saved
Well, I met Charlize Theron at a house in Malibu
She told me I'm awesome, then I left there with the truth
That I was an attendant and if ever I'd attend
I would still be unrepentant, buying time until the end
Furthermore, I gave back that name
When you went by it, I couldn't do the same
I was slow to make an enemy of shame
And we'll say the mansions missed it when He came
So can this be my resume, not trying to impress you with it
I just can't be your happy face, or care if I distress you with it
You hide your darkness with your pain 'til both are all you've got
Well, there are times we can't move on
And times we can't afford to not
Your trauma never was a special curse
If it nulled that serpent bruise, you'd be the first
Would you trade your perseverance for a purse?