Singing songs to calm the king To stand where he stood in the vast debris All the glory of the good In every neighbourhood Looking at heights impractical to dream Writing abouts words Writing abouts dreams About thoughts for free The waste, the glory, and the vast debris I am made for this To teach you what to Want I'm uncertain on purpose To make you feel that you're not I want to show you Just how smart I am Which is actually Actually kinda dumb I'm just a man I worry about you Whether you hate Hate, hate me or not Or whether with me Or without me I worry I am lost