Released on September 29, 2017

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[Verse 1: Protagonist {Kevin Tully}]

The ideal me's got an ideal life

Don't compare it to the one that I'm leading

Feels like every night, a showdown or shit-show

Leaves one of us swollen or bleeding

Oh, christ, that's a figure of speech

I'd swear on the bible, but I don't think it'd mean anything

When you asked how I feel, did you expect explanation?

Or were you just stopping by? You know, dropping in?

[Build 1: Protagonist {Kevin Tully, Jack Sibilski & Alex Meylink}]

The truth is, I'm not sure what's wrong (Ah-ah-ah)

Perhaps it's best to leave the pain right where the pain belongs (Ah-ah-ah)

'Cause it's fiending for daylight, and it's got you in its sights (Ah-ah-ah)

It's only a matter of time, and I fear that it won't be long (Ah-ah-ah)

[Hook 1: Protagonist {Kevin Tully & Jack Sibilski, Kevin Tully}]

So leave me on the seat of my car

Leave me on the seat of my car

I realize trying to be present's a pretty tall order

So leave me on the seat of my car

As I ruminate on what it all could mean


[Verse 2: Protagonist {Kevin Tully}]

Never did I ever intend to throw a wrench in the plan tonight

I might've got out of hand tonight

Could be I'm feeling alright tonight

Oh, but what of tomorrow when it's recalled that I'm unequipped?

Fall into the same old traps

And the same old words dribble from my lips, ooh

[Hook 2: Protagonist {Kevin Tully & Jack Sibilski, Kevin Tully}]

It's madness obstructing the heart

It's madness taking aim at the heart

Right now you understand, and good god, that's a blessing

But this madness' gonna tear me apart


[Outro: Protagonist {Kevin Tully, Kevin Tully & Alex Meylink}]

If you're feeling able-minded, there's an arrogance at fault

If you're checking how you handle, there's a method to it all

Not a question of your morals, but a question of your sign

How much you care to hold; Well, how often do you sigh?

There's a disappointed child in every adult who decided

That they couldn't bear the burden of the garden out behind

A construct took these fingers and it ripped apart my day

That child, still disappointed, all he wants to do is…

But all he can stand to do is…