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?