The Trust Fund Kids - Subject to Change Lyrics

Enter stage left
Me, oh I'm bereft
Of the magic
To make them believe in me

Because I have seen prophets and priests
Bring people to their knees
But that could never be me
I don't have that cult of personality

And enter stage right
These two sides to satisfy
With no one to help me out, too

This sometimes feels like an endless fight
Between the wrong and the right
When I've got wrongs to right
Alma and Elisabet always fighting in my mind

But maybe someday we'll figure it out
This Philippe Petit balancing act
Two warring factions inside of my head
And they won't ever shut the f*ck up as a matter of fact

And I'd ask you how but I know you'd say "no"
Some shit you've really got to figure out on your own
And when you text me back you'll just let me know
You couldn't respond because you left your phone at home

Impulsively reinventing ourselves
Compulsively reorganizing our shelves
Born into a world of questions
The children tried to regain control

And much to our dismay
The Holy Father ain't doing a Q&A or AMA
'Cause he's writing my narrative everyday
And I... I don't have a say!

And the werewolves are my friends
They respond inside my head

But maybe someday we'll figure it out
This Philippe Petit balancing act
Two warring factions inside of my head
And they won't ever shut the f*ck up as a matter of fact

And I'd ask you how but I know you'd say "no"
Some shit you've really got to figure out on your own
And when you text me back just let me know
If my reaching out just elicits groans

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Return to Earth
As it was
Wake up
At eight am
Humor myself
Never go out again
Carry me
Won't you
Carry me outside

And I'd ask you how but I know you'd say "no"
Some shit you've really got to figure out on your own
And when I text you back I'll let you know
No facade, cover's blown

If only my parents could see me now
They'd be way too goddamn proud
'Cause I'm whining about dying
When it's the fate we're all endowed
If only my parents could see me now
They'd be way too goddamn proud
F*ck I'm whining about dying
When it's the fate we're all endowed

Can I kill the lights?