At Absurdist Angles

If we don't like ourselves
When we're trying to be honest
About the things
That really make a difference to us
We're pulling different ways
And, sure enough, we'll break
It's a certainty, I've got it down

We'll mouth along the words
And pray our voice is heard
But it's an empty sound
We'll gush and we'll confess
We'll feign just like the rest
But it's getting louder now...
It's not like we're scared
We're used to making fools of ourselves

You're fooling yourself
And you're making excuses again
You're fooling yourself

We're twisting into shapes
Bent at absurdist angles
Around a point we've made
A habit of defending
Is this the only way?
To waste time playing games?
It makes no sense at all
Let's just admit we were wrong

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