verseone i want to write a lyric that i won't regret in the morning i'm tired of building ivory castles to just find out they're made of chalk and maybe not wall it in with the vulgar because that's such a "me" thing to do and i suppose i would try if you let me to preserve your essence in posterity (forever) are you worth it? choral if you find the art to be invasive be careful who you are inspiring versetwo we can't help but feel like liars when we present these loft galateas though they may be milky-white on the surface the maggots have consumed their hearts and maybe thats the charm for the listener that the image they get is seen through filters and i suppose i have tried and i've failed to deliver the picture with conviction (embellished) you weren't worth it bridge pygmalion was a fool its all a waste of my time i will unwrite all my old songs you have invalidated them i feel cheap