Kept

You assume control of the helm of something

You just can't understand

And assumptions are the tool of the ignorant

And you thank all the wrong people

And seem so unreal

And lacking the feelings to notice

And you're indicating

The way you stare the way your hair

Frames your lying mouth

My intuition left me here without the claws to know what's real

And you come again with your quaint words

All dressed up in opportunity

There's occasion in you to celebrate

But I don't believe anymore in holidays

I stay awake to keep you out of my head

For everything creeps places they don't belong when I sleep

And you're the same as the pride before you

And I just want you to shut up and look pretty