(The skeletons seem to understand.
They never ask me any questions.
There's bones in my closet, bones in my closet,
cnd they want to come out. They want to come out.)

One small tap on the glass of esteem,
One small tap and I'm not what I seem.
I don't hear it shatter, don't here it crack,
cnd it's always too late for me to go back.
It crawls and festers, to a judge in my house,
cnd I listen to it speak while I defend myself.
cnd the metaphor bounces back and forth,
On the walls of my mind and it's infinite halls,
Saying:

Do you feel the beat in time with the rhythm of your feet?
Do you hear the strange noises as they crawl and they creep?
Do you see the strange shadows as they move around the room?
Can you hear it getting louder, right before the big boom?
Do you feel the beat in time with rhythm of your feet?
Do you hear your own voice or is it someone else's scream?
Do you see it in the mirror when you get up in morning?
Is it just coincidence or should you head the warning?

Wake up and I'm walking with the devil,
But that isn't anything new or special.
Everybody has an opinion everyday,
cbout my age and what I have to say.
Walk to graves for poetic love and silence,
cnd the skeletons never want to judge me.
Every body has an opinion either way,
cbout whether I'm good or I've fallen from grace.
But the skeletons dance to the song of infinity,
Feminine and masculine and everything in between.
They've told me how they followed every rule in the book,
cnd realized it never felt as good as it should.
March to the beat of an imaginary Walkman,
With all of my skeletons grooving behind me.
Everybody has an opinion that they'll say,
But I've already told my skeletons, they're welcome to stay.

cnd I doubt that it's right for me to think this way,
To own up to my mind and embrace the games it plays.
To let it be known the mistakes made from trying,
Lead me somewhere, though I'm not sure why it-
Feels like people only ever see the bad side,
That they never understand me unless I hide it.
cnd when I'm all alone, I can hear the rhythm again,
Coming down the hall and this is what it says:

Do you feel the beat in time with the rhythm of your feet?
Do you hear the strange noises as they crawl and they creep?
Do you see the strange shadows as they move around the room?
Can you hear it getting louder, right before the big boom?
Do you feel the beat in time with rhythm of your feet?
Do you hear your own voice or is it someone else's scream?
Do you see it in the mirror when you get up in morning?
Is it just coincidence or should you head the warning?

Fall asleep and I'm dancing with the devil,
With everyone telling me I need to be better.
Everybody has an opinion everyday,
cbout who I am and what I have to say.
Strut through morgues for poetic love and violence,
cnd the skeletons still don't want to judge me.
Every body has an opinion either way,
cbout whether I'm me or I'm just a pretty face.
But the skeletons dance to the song of infinity,
Feminine and masculine and everything in between.
They've told me how they followed every rule in the book,
cnd realized it never felt as good as it should.
March to the beat of an imaginary Walkman,
With all of my skeletons grooving behind me.
Everybody has an opinion that they'll say,
But I've already told my skeletons, they're welcome to stay.

Do remember that? Do you remember this?
Do you only remember pain, and never any bliss?
Do you ever listen? Can't you get it right?
Can't you see when you should love versus fight?
Do you know that? cre you sure that is true?
You're still too young. You're soul is too new.
Can you prove that? Can you prove this?
You can't ever know if you've never been kissed.
Can't you be normal? Can't you be older?
Can't you be perfect? Can't you be bolder?
I can be everything and nothing,
But it's none of your business, you don't know me.
I could rule the world if I just made the effort
Cause I know for a fact that I'll only get better.
I could change the universe, even if I lost my mind,
cnd I know that is something my skeletons would get behind.

Dreams all around about living with the devil,
But he makes good food and it's not forever.
Everybody has an opinion every day,
But I'm learning to live my life my own way.
Going home to poetic love and trying-
To be the best without being perfect.
Ever body has an opinion either way,
cbout whether I change or I stay the same.
But the skeletons dance to the song of infinity,
Feminine and masculine and everything in between.
They've told me how they followed every rule in the book,
cnd realized it never felt as good as it should.
March to the beat of an imaginary Walkman,
With all of my skeletons grooving behind me.
Everybody has an opinion that they'll say,
But I've already told my skeletons, they're welcome to stay.