Dust

We play hide and go seek with ourselves
Every day a new version of each of us is trying to strive
But then they go back on the shelf, like rows and rows of dolls
That we’re starting to be tall enough to reach
And we’re conflicted, so we grab our dolls and we smash their heads
We play hide and go seek with ourselves
Every day a new version of each of us is trying to strive
But then they go back on the shelf, like rows and rows of dolls
That we’re starting to be tall enough to reach
And we’re conflicted, so we grab our dolls and we smash their heads
And we take a piece from each and we grab the glue instead
We play hide and go seek with ourselves
Every day a new version of each of us is trying to strive
But then they go back on the shelf, like rows and rows of dolls
That we’re starting to be tall enough to reach
And we’re conflicted, so we grab our dolls and we smash their heads
And we take a piece from each and we grab the glue instead
If we’re different every day, would that really be so evil?
And it’s easy to complain but we are very lucky people
We play hide and go seek with ourselves
Every day a new version of each of us is trying to strive
But then they go back on the shelf, like rows and rows of dolls
That we’re starting to be tall enough to reach
And we’re conflicted, so we grab our dolls and we smash their heads
And we take a piece from each and we grab the glue instead
If we’re different every day, would that really be so evil?
And it’s easy to complain but we are very lucky people
Trying to be the best version of ourselves. Behind the scenes
We’re just as confused as everyone else
We play hide and go seek with ourselves
Every day a new version of each of us is trying to strive
But then they go back on the shelf, like rows and rows of dolls
That we’re starting to be tall enough to reach
We’re conflicted to we step into the world, questioning every now and then
The pieces that we glued together — we change our minds again
So we go back to the ruins with the hammer and the glue
We get addicted to the process. We know what we must do
We don’t want to make a choice, but we must, we must, we must
Because if we keep smashing the pieces we’ll soon turn to dust