Graduate and move away.    Graduate and give away your name.    "I saved myself for you."    That's not the way I operate.    Self medicate the day away and claim    "you always made your moves like someone made them for you."    I'm so out of breath I'm sure that I've expired.    I'm so out of touch with everything I thought I knew.    Raise a toast to gracious hosts,    get half the pain with twice the dose and hope you drown out their beliefs.   Like a muse we grow immune to the tune that's filling up the room,    bursting through the seams; penetrating everything.    Busy painting on a straight face just to hide those crooked teeth,    but I knew.