All the Rigors of Wanting to Be Wrapped Up

Trouble come and find me
I’ll be waiting here exactly like i shouldn’t be
And folly come and rob me
Rob me of my sense
Make me thin, do me in
And i see you’ve been up to the promised land
So few pathways up there, so many plans
But the covers of a thousand magazines
Will never get you halfway to the nearest star
And vanity is on the other side
Yes, it will make you thin
But it will make you die
Well there’s no call for celebration
When they lock you in for your free ride
'cause when you want your veneration
Sometimes it’s just not enough to try
So simplicity just come and find me
I’ll be waiting here exactly like i should be
And wonder come my way
You be dressed in white
And i’ll be on my best that day