Sympathy is listening from the door
Here nodding in and out
Parachuting down
I could pretend to care
But where's the fun in that
The back and forth

I will never rest; spirits left unattested

The discord lives inside your home
It hits when you are all alone
When you sit down upon your throne
The discord is your only tone

This nail I pinch between my teeth
A clear sign I might lean to leave
The cringing pop of air to ear
I shake my head
And it disappears again
Fictitious thoughts resurface

But coincidentally it reminds me
Of my temperance here

There was a father once
Who spoke of his unborn son
He preached so loud
The worms could feel his words
What would I have named you
If I saw your face?
Would your mother change her mind
If she looked into your eyes?
I like to think
That you would have been like me
Only a little more aware
That love begins internally
I will never rest; spirits left unattested for

The discord lives inside your home
It hits when you are all alone
When you sit down upon your throne
The discord is your only tone

I’m not cut out for this
And I don't know If I'll ever be
Cause I’m not ready
Steadfast ready
But condemn me if I don't try
Cause I'd rather suffer through
I'd suffer through for you
I'd suffer through
I'd suffer through for you