My god, it's here again, and I can't help but hold my little breath
And close my eyes so it's not there
Forgetting that I made it
You've got those shaking knees and shimmering epiphanies
Or so they seem
So turn the light off, we're paying bills that we can't pay
We don't mean business, but we should look it anyway
Don't blow our cover, we're like people who have real opinions and care if there will be another day
For now the jury's out on whether I'm a jester or a clown
Either way I pray for laughter
Either way I'm drinking after
By now I've learnt how the ghost in the machine’s been hiding out
I just wish that I it made some difference