It`s the farthest place i`ve ever been
It`s a new frontier for me
And you balance things

Like you wouldn`t believe
When you should just let things be


Yes you juggle things
`cause you can`t lose sight
Of the wretched storyline

It`s the narrative that must go on
Until the end of time


And you`re guilty of some self-neglect
And the mind unravels for days
I`ve told you once

Yes a thousand times
I`m better off this way


I`m better off� this way

Where`s my queen of hearts

My royal flush
I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks
My suicide my better days

There`s nothing i regret

I`ve placed the gods

In a ziploc bag
I`ve put them in a drawer
They`ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time

So i`m evening up the score

Small metal gods

From a casting line
From a factory in mumbai
Some manual labourer`s bread and butter

And a single-minded life

Small metal gods

Cheap souvenirs
You`ve abandoned me for sure
I`m dumping you my childish things

I`m evening up the score