The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back Oh well, I can't change how they feel The absence of truth through their consummation was expected, But damn I hoped that making them Bump would do something for relations I think I made a mistake Because everything's looking pretty great And it wasn't perfect I could tell The white wallpaper slowly browned And as it peeled and fell to the ground The earth was exposed as itself Catching my mind in the strangest places, Like visions of a temperate kind of hell. Amenities and drinks in frosted glass. The sun in my eyes and my heart so full, I can't tell if it's tight from fear or love. The mystery's alluring and all, But I'd like to know how to feel. I think I made a mistake Because everything's looking pretty great It feels like a lifetime on some different timeline I'm there; in my clothes, in my skin, on my phone, It's me. None of my history, feels like a part of me or my life. But my feet touch the floor on the earth like before. The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back. Oh well, I can't change how they feel.