I am well aware of the word "when"
And what verbs will come before it
Saying, asking, leaving
But not breathing underwater is still my greatest sin
Bees and that sterile hospital smell place and show
Because the heat's not all that dead
Upstairs, if there is even an upstairs
They've blessed this educated guess I call my head
Fate's strictly production
No costumes or dialogue and no stage to strike
You should've put your pen to paper fresh out of the womb
If you've been scripting this your whole natural life
The violins still swell on cue, but the crowd's stormed out
"Noirs don't draw like they used to, it's all neon now"
At intermission, every intermission, I'll be sneaking in
Burn, baby, blue, or kill the pilot light
Either way, neither will I