The stories that they write, well they pencil me in 
Then they erase the part where I speak of him 
And they tell me that it’s lies and its my imagination 
Try to gaslight me into joining the tv station 
As they all nod their heads and stomp their feet in time 
And to be honest has become a crime 
They say I analyse, they say that I am rude
I say that I’m just saying that I love the dude 
And orange is the colour when he pulls me to the side 
And tells me that I must know what it means to be alive 
As he explains the world he lives in shades of grey 
And he’s so focused on his mind he doesn’t see me look away 
And wait for him to finish his sad tirade to sky 
I know that it is awful and that we all die 
As you pave the stones for everyone to walk 
And the best way to insult you is to say that it’s all talk 
Because you never stop to think what you are running down 
You never stop to wonder what it is you drown 
When you summon the lake by the graveyard ‘neath the hill 
And ask for diamond eyes to take away the pill 
So that you can conceive all the future that I dream 
But I must break it to you I walk on a different moon beam 
And he seeks to eat the bread, I can see it in his face
He’s sad for a second that a moment went to waste 
And he would devour sand if it meant the grain 
Would be part of him forever and ever again 
And I know he’s built a cavern and it must echo true 
But I was not built to be part of you 
Like some Stonehenge in sidewalks, like some sunlight through the chamber
I look at you and wonder can it get any stranger 
As the sad truth comes to pass that you don’t give a fuck 
And that I thought you did is just my own hard luck