The Idiot

With you dragged through what's familiar

It's the same strains that were killing you

Is it worth it? Is it working?

All ambition turned rivers into sand

Idiot, it's coming 'round

Could you lie nude with some idiot

Who confided that he could have been

Something worth it, with a virtue

A perfect fit turned brittle in my hands

Idiot, oh no

You hides the sun

Heaven knows nothing else

Sparkling

When you review what's familiar

It's the sad things that will live with you

And I'm sinking as you surface

I run my course, I return to the sand

Where every ship is going down

You hides the sun

Heaven knows nothing else

You decide veneer

My begging doll, I will be

Abandoned waves on shoreless lakes achieving nothing

And lessons done wrong, distant songs achieving nothing

Achieving nothing

You hides the sun

Heaven knows nothing else

You decide veneer

My begging doll, I will be