歌词
(It's) been far too many days
Since I started to develop a palate for the taste of cancer
Yet even way more conceited years
Since the time that I used to behave like you were being forced upon me
To prefer the thought, to prefer the sheer illusion I was being understood
By a few strangers and friends, is the one thing I still regret
Shooting down your efforts to reach out to me
Seems that much of a sin now, in this interminable joke I call a private life
I'm cemented in a self with no room for your "prying" love
And yet I strive to bring it in