text: So you dont get to be a saint
  Martyrs never last this long
  Guess Ill never be the one
  To defeat desire in song
  Heres a marker
  Heres my naked skin
  Our exhibit A
  Put a small X where I lost my way
  All the actors broke their legs
  And its too late to postpone
  The producers getting high
  And the audience went home
  Smile and take your awkward bow
  Turn and stumble off the stage
  Let the rain be your applause
  And every encore soothe your rage
  Squint with one eye
  Hum a show tune, wait
  For your ride to say
  Oh, thats where you must have lost your way
  Megaphones in helicopters squeal
  Hey, are you okay?
  As searchlights circle
  Where we lost our way
  All our accidents went purposeful and fell
  Stripped of providence or any way to tell
  That our intentions were intangible and sweet
  Sick with simple math and shy discoveries
  Piled up against our impending defeat