[INTERMISSION XIX] Mockingbird

Season 10 of WOE.BEGONE continues next week.

LYRICS:

Naïve soul

You fell for it

I was worrying that

You would take

Me seriously

I’ll have to invent

An alibi.

What did it find in you?

What did it find in you

That I couldn’t find in you?

What did it find in you?

C’mon, tell me.

What did it find in you?

What did it find in you?

Why was it trying to find you?

Did it confide in you?

C’mon, tell me.

Mythical beast

Found in the waterways

Clogging your arteries

You’re a machine to it

There was a time that

I thought that I could trust you

But now I see it ripple through your ribcage.

What did it find in you?

What did it find in you

That I couldn’t find in you?

What did it find in you?

C’mon, tell me.

What did it find in you?

What did it find in you?

Why was it trying to find you?

Did it confide in you?

C’mon, tell me.

Delicate thing

In this blistering heat

You’ll burn up.

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,

I created this sound and you were innocent,

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird

Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands.

You showed up to be a conduit

I can tell you are aware of it

They’ve been praying to you

About praying to you

I’ll admit that I’ve grown fond of it

It’s not without it benefits

I have been praying to you

I have been praying for you

Don’t let it get to your head

if it hasn’t already yet

I don’t think that you can stand much more

Praise for things you’re just a vessel for.

Because stronger men than me

Have done the very thing

You’re doing now

And it was hard when we found out.

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,

I created this sound and you were innocent,

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird

Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands.

Lost and found

And duty bound

What did you find

When you went digging?

(The outline of a memory

A song to sing, an elegy

A palm to hold against my chest

The whole world’s over, what is left?

The outline of a memory

A figment of some dignity

A finger tracing distant tracks

I felt the world end, what is left?

That’s what I found when I went digging.)

There’s a mouth of a cave

That you showed me

Where they surrounded and

Then renamed you

There’s a place in

The back of your throat

That resonates now

I remember

It didn’t used to.

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird,

I created this sound and you were innocent,

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird

Don’t hold me so delicately in your hands.

Don’t mistake me for a mockingbird.

(The outline of a memory

A song to sing, an elegy

A palm to hold against my chest

The whole world’s over, what is left?

That’s what I found when I went digging)

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