Theseus

Will I feel regret?

Will I know what I feel at all?

'Cause I never learned to understand myself

Without screaming at friends' and strangers' faces

Temper tantrums with an audience

Just a spoiled child with a God complex

And like my heroes, I'm obsessed

With earning a good death

'Cause anything worth loving shouldn't last forever

The best stories have their endings written from the start

The last step planned before the first

And my feet are getting tired

Will I feel remorse for the parts I've lost along the way?

The broken, the discarded, the stolen, bled out

Wrapped up, fixed, replaced

I measured the years

In set lists and demo tapes

And even I'm surprised how many songs I have survived

Despite how hard I've tried

My body betrays me

My body betrays me like I thought

Only a lover could

How can I know when I come home from this

I will be the same person who left?

Will I be lost at sea while someone I don't know

Sleeps in a grave meant for me?

Are the discarded pieces who I am, who I was

Or who I'm meant to be?

A spoiled child with a God complex

Who never got his good death

It's only the ends that give us meaning

Only in death do we have names