A Verbal Equinox
Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite!
[Verse 1]
I'm more alone on Sundays than I ever thought I'd be
By now they've left, the hall's been swept, there's no one else but me
Come back! I choke! Refuse to let it slip but when I
See! You go! It's almost like a part of me
Is selfish for my lack of waiting
I can't help myself but hating
Every single person who can bear to leave their other part
I fail to find my therapy in any form of art, just—
[Chorus]
Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
[Verse 2]
I'm bottled up by Wednesday night, I'd had it with the week
And not the angsty teenage way that's trendy, sad or meek
She's dead! I said! On thoughts of what I was and now I
Learn! My friends! Are nothing but their titles and
I find myself once more debating
What of me's worth reinstating?
They've all got it great, but me? I never had the chance to reach Horizons where I thought I'd be and so I let it go and—
[Chorus]
Complain, complain
Yet I’m the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is—
Complain
I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I’m brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I’m bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It’s all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
Complain
Complain
Complain
Oh, complain