Sympathy is listening from the door Here nodding in and out Parachuting down I could pretend to care But where's the fun in that The back and forth I will never rest; spirits left unattested The discord lives inside your home It hits when you are all alone When you sit down upon your throne The discord is your only tone This nail I pinch between my teeth A clear sign I might lean to leave The cringing pop of air to ear I shake my head And it disappears again Fictitious thoughts resurface But coincidentally it reminds me Of my temperance here There was a father once Who spoke of his unborn son He preached so loud The worms could feel his words What would I have named you If I saw your face? Would your mother change her mind If she looked into your eyes? I like to think That you would have been like me Only a little more aware That love begins internally I will never rest; spirits left unattested for The discord lives inside your home It hits when you are all alone When you sit down upon your throne The discord is your only tone I'm not cut out for this And I don't know If I'll ever be Cause I'm not ready Steadfast ready But condemn me if I don't try Cause I'd rather suffer through I'd suffer through for you I'd suffer through I'd suffer through for you