It's a glorious misconception
Don't even try to act like you know
It's a glorious misconception
At the end of it all
There's only one place I'll go
All I do is fight for your attention
Yet you continue to look away
And I'm left here without resolution
What you spew has latched onto me
Like macramé
I strike a shift in my perception
I just want to call this place a home
It's a glorious misconception
At the end of it all
Will I call you my own?
All I do is fight for your attention
Yet you continue to look away
And I'm left here without any kind of resolution
What you spew has latched onto me
Like macramé