And now I find myself within a yawn
And I'm convinced it's a joyful containment.
I've outgrown all my boyish charm
But have not found a thing to replace it.
There's an anger in hunger's wake
And I mean to taste it.
The Big Pretend.
Where you're born into the warmth of exclusion.
The Big Pretend.
Where your mortal fear is a boring conclusion.
The Big Pretend.
Where you pour your poor heart into a project of self-dissolution.
Here in The Big Pretend.
We're in The Big Pretend.
Here in The Big Pretend.