Conspiracy Theory

You ruin everything, even what's already dead

Looks like everybody wins when you're playing with their head

And they're giving in

Makes me feel like a conspiracy theorist like my dad is

Maybe he was right about it

Is that really you? When did you grow so tall?

Who let you cut your hair like that? You used to love how it falls

When you spin

Or is this one of those mirrors, makes everything look big

On the other side you're still a kid

How does it feel to break free from the frame?

Now you can watch the chemtrails flying over your head

And there's no pain

No more mourning the days that came and went by

Left you empty as a hotel bed