Everything Else

Mozart was crazy

Flat fucking crazy

Batshit, I hear

But his music's not crazy

It's balanced, it's nimble

It's crystalline clear

There's harmony, logic

You listen to these

You don't hear his doubts

Or his debts or disease

You scan through the score

And put fingers on keys

And you play

And everything else goes away

Everything else goes away

So you play 'til it's perfect, you play 'til you ache

You play 'til the strings or your fingernails break

So you'll rock that recital and get into Yale

So you won't feel so sick and you won't look so pale

'Cause you've got your full ride and your early admit

So you're done with this school and with all of this shit

So you graduate early, you're gone as of May

And there's nothing your paranoid parents can say

And you know that it's just a sonata away

And you play

And you play

And everything else goes away

Everything else goes away

Everything else