we ve got our tracks covered thanks to your older brother it s not the moonlight that sets me off it s not the money that makes me scoff it s my impeccable disorder where i keep on falling for her it s not the way my mother talks it s not the people that she mocks it s the nature of the experiment it s the patterns of my temperament it s the nature of the experiment they re taking me in increments we re halfway up the bracket the rain comes through my jacket it s not the stones inside my shoes it s not the risk of what s to lose it s an ancient russian proverb i doubt it s one that you ve heard it s not the cracks beneath the floor it s not the fact that it s a chore it s the nature of the experiment it s the patterns of my temperament it s the nature of the experiment they re taking me in increments5