verseone   i want to write a lyric   that i won't regret in the morning   i'm tired of building ivory castles   to just find out they're made of chalk   and maybe not wall it in with the vulgar   because that's such a "me" thing to do   and i suppose i would try if you let me   to preserve your essence in posterity (forever)   are you worth it?      choral   if you find the art to be invasive   be careful who you are inspiring      versetwo   we can't help but feel like liars   when we present these loft galateas   though they may be milky-white on the surface   the maggots have consumed their hearts   and maybe thats the charm for the listener   that the image they get is seen through filters   and i suppose i have tried and i've failed to   deliver the picture with conviction (embellished)   you weren't worth it      bridge   pygmalion   was a fool   its all a waste of my time   i will unwrite   all my old songs   you have invalidated them   i feel cheap