I am more than what is offered to me
I will get the corner seat, you will see
The mundane trials of modern misery
A casual misstep into complacency

I am set on breaking my own wheel
I want more than what I am forced, forced to feel
The longest walk, and the corner steal
A causal missive, proclamation of my zeal

I am more than what I accept willingly
I strive to create my own despondency
I am more than what has been said
I’m not living to one day be dead

Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?

Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?

Making moves, making my own misery
The pain of love, the love of mystery
No longer suffering fools, I look intimately
Into the face of fantastic felicity

Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?

Too much to prove, too much to find
Mutual love, mutual peace of mind
A simple gesture, quietly kind
Am I wrong to ruin it, by making it mine?

I am more than what I accept willingly
I strive to create my own despondency
I am more than what has been said
I’m not living to one day be dead

She didn’t like anyone in particular
Quite common, ordinary and insular
Death came and forgot to take her away

Discarded on the foggy moor
Distressed ’til she found a hidden door
Metaphor, overgrown, in need of love