There’s a sullen whispering in the trees
Stirred by the fallen angel in the leaves
The streetlights used to glow only for me
Now they’re pale, broken, and diseased

I always want the wrong thing at the wrong time
It’s safer to want impossibilities
It’s the same as not wanting anything
If I said I don’t want anything, would you believe me?

The sky is crowded with the tempest brewing
Even Mother Nature is confused by what she’s doing
All the puddles were full of phantom rainbows
Now they’re muddy, colorless, and ruined

I always want the wrong thing at the wrong time
It’s safer to want impossibilities
It’s the same as not wanting anything
If I said I don’t want anything, would you believe me?

I’m a ball of fear
In aimless rotation
Knock me out of my ellipse
Be the god of my creation
Unless it’s divine
It’s a pointless intervention
And I’ll be just fine
Between the act and the intention

I always want the wrong thing at the wrong time
It’s safer to want impossibilities
It’s the same as not wanting anything
If I said I don’t want anything, would you believe me?