The Art of Transparency

I keep shedding my friends like the pigment in my skin
As each day leaving a bigger hole than I try to fill that day
And I call this the art of transparency
But at least this emperor has the clothes to wear when I declare
That I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
Yeah, I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
I’m done fucking around, I’m done dancing on the grave
Of past mistakes and relationships I burned at the stake
Yeah, I’ve buried more bones than my body can hold
But I’m digging them up, digging them up
Yeah, I wrote the requiem
'Cause I’m through being alone with everyone I think, I think I know
Yeah, I’m through being alone with everyone I think, I think I know
Yeah I’m though call it running away
Call it whatever you think, call it what you want
'Cause I’m through, yeah, I’m through
So, call it running away, call it anything you want