The mountains are moulded
The rivers are poured
My hair is cut

It’s too pretty to be real
I can’t believe that it’s real
Everything that I see
Is light in my eyes
Everything that I hear
Is waves in my ears
Everything that I touch
Is electric

I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you
And I probably don’t want to
Are you even real?
How do you feel?
I’m living a life in technicolor
It’s so bright and I am taller

Reality’s distorted
It’s all imported
My senses are lying
This is so trying
Reality’s a dream
My body tells me
The bias is strong
The dream is long
But it’s still a dream

It’s too pretty to be real
I can’t believe that it’s real
Everything that I see
Everything that I hear
Everything that I touch
Electricity

But none of that exists
I have no eyes, no ears, no skin
It’s my mind
What is my mind?
Am I real?
I think not.

she unpacked her mother’s china
while he was totally tryna
then the squeak of vinyl
this was bliss
and a bump named Trish
they should’ve quit

up to the attic one day
a second baby on the way
she vexed the shade
and woke a wraith
what a price they’d pay

it started simply enough
just really, really small stuff
it’s the evil waking up
his phone, the wrong room
sick in the afternoon
new perfume

scratches in the ceiling
she has a choked feeling
wide eyes of their children
a thud from upstairs
wakes from nightmares
her throat is even tighter

up to the attic one day
a new job on the way
he vexed the shade
and roused a wraith
what a price they’d pay

up to the attic one day
the family on the way
he vexed the shade
and irked the wraith
what a price they’d pay

everyone said she was a nice woman
her husband did what he shouldn’t
became a ghost, deal she couldn’t
stuck her head in the oven
nothing is ever forgiven

up to the attic one day
ambulance on the way
they vexed the shade
death by wraith
what a price they’d pay

I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I wish I wasn’t sorry
But, I’m sorry

I’m sorry, so sorry

No matter what I do
One mistake or two
Apology, I spew
You say none are due
It doesn’t matter too

I take up too much space, I’m sorry
Can’t control my face, I’m sorry
Want to enter this place, I’m sorry
Trying to win this race, I’m sorry

I know I need to stop
But it’s not so easy
‘Cause if I don’t, I’m rude
If I do, I’m weak

I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I wish I wasn’t sorry
But, I’m sorry

So sorry

No matter what I do
One mistake or two
Apology, I spew
You say none are due
It doesn’t matter too

I don’t know why I apologize
I don’t know why I care
I don’t know why I empathize
I don’t know why you don’t

No matter what I do
One mistake or two
Apology, I spew
You say none are due
Doesn’t matter to
Me

I’m sorry.

1, 2, 3
It’s a mutiny
In the desert

We were on an adventure
Fought duels, got jewels
Broke rules, so cool
A real teeth-clencher

But we got stranded, so stranded
Amongst endless dunes
Our navigator is a baboon

Only a bottle of water left
We resorted to theft
Only two bottles left
In the desert

Still wasn’t enough
Then we thought of the only reasonable thing
Ted’s disposable

his name is Ted
left for dead
In the desert

1, 2, 3
It’s a mutiny
In the desert

We left him at night
Guided by starlight
We left our baboon
Not a moment too soon
In the desert

Turns out we were rescued the next day
But they never found him
He died a hero’s death, giving us his last bottle of water