--e-c-l-o-s-i-o-n--: Music

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In Your Office

In your Office I can see
That nothing I have ever been
Is sane or true or good or pure
But it’s all I’ll ever be

There is a painting in the corner
With black birds and golden wheat
And its tarnished sky seems much more real
Than anything I’ll ever be

I hear the voices chorus again
I suspect they might be right
I am not sane or good or pure
But it’s all I’ll ever be

Maybe I didn’t see the signs
Maybe the colors just weren’t bright enough
To blur the lines and pull me back
To all you claim I’m meant to be

You say that it cannot be good
But at least I know it’s true
Sane or good or kind or pure
That’s not what I will ever be