Evil

I haven't seen you in a while
How've you been my friend?
I'd rather talk about your job than tell you how i've been
Though i've been fine
This year's been tough though - you know how that goes
I don't wanna be so tired, sleepy all the time
Dejected by my freedom, feeling done with all this life
Of driving cars, DIY show
Nothing to show

Sometimes i think that I lost a secret light
Something pure that guided me in innocence is tired
I don't feel right speaking to strangers
Or almost ever...
An evil in my eyes you didn't get to see
Was calling out for freedom, you could hear it easily
It says "you are kind
You are not lonely
And your song's so lovely"

Delicate and fine - there are things that break this blight
Sometimes I hear a tune and I do everything but cry
The feeling's wild: the edge of temper, where beauty enters
Believe me that a dream that comes to you in sleep
Can be a thing of beauty if you fight it into being a mortal form
Flawed and ugly, but still a body