"Take a coat, its cold out tonight"   i heard from the door as i left   i ignored the plea out of spite   for myself and body's best interest   luckily drops from the sky disguise   my ruined hands, my sore and heavy head,   im a wreck and my shoes arent tied   and i know we should all be in bed      "ladies and gentlemen i proudly present,    a baby-blue boy at his pathetic worst   for you to enjoy as light entertainment,   how we love to crucify those we've cursed!"   and with those words i take the stage   and you all rise in mock appreciation   for my tantrums and passive aggressive rage   i mention losing, and our explosive collaboration      offstage, i knock a quiet tune on thin glass   no one answers and this flask is no solace   all heads roll to see the gathered mass   on the ground, underneath a dimly-lit space   "here comes the self-loathing soliloquy!"   each of you say in hushed, subdued tones   and with that i rip myself into eternity   to the rapturous appluase of puppet-drones      "ladies and gentleman, i hope you enjoyed the show;   and how about a hand for our pathetic star?   he will see you again, he'll be here tomorrow   and the next day, and as long as the heavens are!"   and with those words i leave the stage   the lights go up and im revealed to mine eyes   worked to the bone for no personal wage   worked to the bone to fall from the skies      damage control; this was never just an act   i was there and i felt it happen in my face   as the streetlight dwindled, i made a sworn pact   not to find my way home or my own place   wandering seems like a harmless little scene   there is no place now where i can be well swayed   by some old film or the cutest nose i've seen   or an easy laugh, the way that record was played      "ladies and gentlemen i proudly present,    a baby-blue boy at his pathetic worst   for you to enjoy as light entertainment,   how we love to crucify those we've cursed!"      how we love to, we really love to...crucify