The Artist

Study days where this is what I’ll say
You’re getting close, you are so close to me, you’re close to me
You know something’s wrong when life gets this easy
The matrons taking back
Everything thats been given to me
Crossing off my fingers as they bleed
Single rhythms towards my knees
You aren’t to be imitated, a limitless lie
Based on calculations with no reasons why
Static faces molt into places where it’s okay for those
To plot away at their own despair
You were saying it’s all so keen again
You were saying its all so keen again
You’re getting close, you are so close to me, you’re close to me
You know somethings wrong when life gets this easy
The matrons taking back
Everything thats been given to me
Crossing off my fingers as they bleed
Single rhythms towards my knees
All I see is your eyes growing brighter
And all I see is a face coming closer
And all I see is your eyes growing brighter
And all I see is your face and so I fall
Fall, not argue
Fall, fall, I fall, not argue
Fall