If a liner explodes in the sea, will we all get lost in the swell?
And if the wave reaches us, would I risk my life for you or just protect myself?
Swim through rising tides of rubble and mud to save you
Oh forget it, I'll sit atop my house, singing songs as I watch the water hit
I just want to know if I'm a poet, or if I'm just overrated
Because as things go, my one fan must be deaf or stupid
Cos I feel that I'm not worth your time at all
I'm hoping finally I'll see, if this is where I want to be
How can I let these songs dictate how I'm viewed by the world?
When I can't even articulate how I feel at the end of a film, or a season of Girls
Should we give it up? Is it just bad luck?
Cos heaven knows that we have been here before
We're watching two brothers play the main stages
While standing in line, shouting 'I want to be famous'
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