It's the farthest place I've ever been,   it's a new frontier for me      And you balance things like you wouldn't believe   when you should just let things be      Yes, you juggle things cause you can't lose sight   of the wretched story line   it's the narrative that must go on   until the end of time      And you're guilty of some self-neglect   and the mind unravels for days      I've told you once   yes, a thousand times   I'm better off this way   I'm better off   this way      Where's my queen of hearts, my royal flush   I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks   a suicide, my better days   there's nothing I regret      I've placed the gods in a zip-lock bag   I've put them in a drawer      They've refused my prayers for the umpteenth time   so I'm evening up the score   small metal gods from a casting line   from a factory in Mumbai      Some manual labourer's bread and butter   and a single-minded life      Small metal gods, cheap souvenirs   you've abandoned me for sure   I'm dumping you my childish things   I'm evening up the score