Glass House

We can talk it out, come over, I'm just a stone's throw

From your glass house

Or leave it in the past, whatever you wanna do goes

I learn fast

But who's to say that I got fucked?

A game's a game and luck is luck

I'm not a loser

I'm a winner in a rut

Then the line gets pretty thin between

The ego and the self esteem

If he thinks I'm duplicitous, he's right

What's a person? What's a body?

What's the takeaway tonight?

Can't be sure

If I'm bad and you're bad then

One of us is better

Just laugh, it's good practice

Punish me, it's funny when I'm small

Or so I'm told

Every other dream, you get me in a corner, face close

Bared teeth

Not a lot to crack, the symbolism's thin, at least I

Have that

And think of all the times that he

Insisted he would die for me

To satisfy a complex I can't name

A bullet aimed between my eyes

A sideways slow-mo sort of dive

He couldn't be my martyr but we tried

Oh, Annie and the narrative

They warned him I would write

How'd I do?

If I'm bad and you're bad

Then one of us is better

And just laugh, it's good practice

Punish me, it's funny when I'm small

Or so I'm told

If I'm bad and you're bad

Then one of us is better

And just laugh, it's good practice

Punish me, it's funny when I'm small

Or so I'm told