What if all your notes were wrong? And what if all you heard was off?
Maybe there's a best of you, but it's mixed up with the rest of you.
What if all this weren't your fault?

What if all your beats were off?
So you danced all night to the same damn song and it's rough
to find that it's broken all your limbs in two, and crushed the very heart of you.
What if all your moves weren't enough?

I know that it looks all right.
Oh, but I know this is not your time to fade out.
It's all wrapped around you, this house of cards; it's all stacked against you.

And I guess we focused on,
I guess we could focus on this for far too fucking long–
Oh, I know it'll look all right.