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Let me hear that applause though I've done little to warrant it
Time is a poor curative for what's fundamentally broken
Brain's full pal, sorry, you've gotta go home
Even though I'm the one who paid for you to come here

Brick by brick, this wall began rising
TikTok ticks, it shouldn't have been surprising
That assuming victory from lazily enjoying poverty
Would come to bite me when even poverty would be luxury

What a world, huh?
Given infinite possibilities, humanity joyfully chose the shackle
Where the only difference between feudalism, serfdom and modern
Is that I can look at cat pictures on my phone

You're not smart for calling it a dumbphone
I'm not enlightened in seeing it's Antoinette's dream given form
You and I are the same
Not through love of man, but having that love wielded against us

So I prepare for a future I'd fought hard to avoid
The prophesied path having vanished long before I could take it
Where instead of buying a house when the bubble popped
I was walking to school

Teal bricks, indigo wall
This shaking shack was built on the blues
But I'm a poor crooner and a poorer player
How about Wonderwall? You guys like Wonderwall?

Much like the house I build
We're all different shades of blue
Pockmarked by our tragedies, our traumas
The beautiful canvas on which we admire our life's painting

But I suppose it's selfish to ask another to bear that burden
Just as I have done such of poor job of bearing other's
Are you watching? You know who you are.
Even after my apology, I'm still wracked with that guilt

Another teal brick, another indigo wall completed
I guess it's presumptuous to assume I'll only build four
We're all stacking bricks until the day they crush us
So do I make the walls taller or just make more?

It's the precipice of something new
When that turtle swims away, when I eat this peach
I have to move on from here
This tree has made its last harvest

So what'll it be, stranger?
Kill or be killed?
To risk Heaven early or preorder your ticket to Hell?
There are some stains you can't wash out

December's a cruel month
The coldest and darkest of the year as I've told you before
And just as I did seven years ago
I can feel who I am dying in a snowstorm

So stack another teal brick into this indigo wall
And admire your handiwork with pride
Because Spring's coming whether you like it or not
And you're going to be there, no matter what.
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