[Verse 1]
Here we are yet again
I'm under the table, killing my pen
Convincing my cousin (who's three)
I'm a beautiful dragon with a secret to keep

He slides right under the bench
He asks me if I can fly and I tell him 'Yes'
He says he'll keep my secret for me
From the rest of the branches on our family tree

[Chorus 1]
They circle up for prayer while I'm gazing
From the window by the stairs, they look crazy
But I'm sure to them I look like the same thing
A couple of sentences dressed up as conversation at a party

[Verse 2]
Before we go to bed
We walk to the farm, by my house 'round the bend
To play a game of touch midnight-catch
A family tradition of making me less

While I'm trying to break
The way that it cycles every time that I play
The prophecy fulfills with "It's best
If I watch from the sidelines, if I watch from the bench"
[Chorus 2]
They circle up for game, while I gaze in
From the window by the stairs, I can place them
They're ruffling my hair and they're saying
"Are you trying to pretend like you're at some cooler party again?"

[Outro]
And they walk away, missing what I said
And I'm talking to myself again