i spent all my time learning how to defeat you at your own game it s embarrassing i walk around like this is the last strike i love being right especially with you now i wake up early i ruffle i lie in wait all your tragic fiction i always take the bait but the margin s gigantic am i happy or manic does it make you feel good to blend in with the wall everyone will hear me complain everyone will pity my pain you ll play defense evading the nonsense does it make you feel good to watch me stumbling in the dark you re smoking and laughing untethered and carefree i will unravel when no one sees what i see you walk around like it s your god given right and you love being right you ve never been wrong