Lyrics

I can't accept your gift No, I really don't deserve it Thank you for your trouble You're in shit soup I'm in the reflection booth Two glass eyes behind cheap sunglasses move Stained-glass gazebo I really don't know Our futures are so separate Bespectacled and desperate It's not my job to undo The dying prophecy of you It's not my job to undo That hat's too big for you Too bad I'm in the bad guy suit That hat's too big for you You could be in the bad guy suit That hat's a little big for you