Sunday Munich Kept
You assume control of the helm of something
You just can't understand
And assumptions are the tool of the ignorant
And you thank all the wrong people
And seem so unreal
And lacking the feelings to notice
And you're indicating
The way you stare the way your hair
Frames your lying mouth
My intuition left me here without the claws to know
what's real
And you come again with your quaint words
All dressed up in opportunity
There's occasion in you to celebrate
But I don't believe anymore in holidays
I stay awake to keep you out of my head
For everything creeps places they don't belong when I
sleep
And you're the same as the pride before you
And I just want you to shut up and look pretty
