How can I know what to do?
What’s harder than finding my place in the truth
Is to keep it a secret once I do
‘Cause it might hurt someone more than I would want to
To sit in a dream while it dims
Will the loneliness crush me more alone or with him?
And what do I think I might prove
If I make
These martyr moves?
Three months
Nine months
Three years
Six years
Twelve years
Twenty years
Forty years
Eighty years
My hope is a flickering flame
Which I’ve found it increasingly hard to explain
But I’ll try
In the family forge, I got burned
Taught a story in so many words
That it’s best to prepare for the worst
And to make
These martyr moves
And to make
These martyr moves