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I’m a liar if it looks like I know what I’m doing
The bitter truth is
It’s like I’m standing in the center of a big intersection
Asking directions

But no one slows
They got places to go
And they don’t see me but I
Just need a ride to an office
Or a job application (yeah right)
Maybe I’ll fake them

Oh, I lost my way
Another lonely ghost
Back from the barren plain
So I’ll just wait
For all the doors to close
Take me away again

I am the patron saint of chaos
If you pray I will answer with nothing
How I survived out there without wasting away
It’s a cosmic mystery

And I don’t want to go back, no
But it’s clear nobody wants me here
So when they’re tired they can look to the horizon and find me
Just a shadow shimmering

Oh, I lost my way
Another lonely ghost
Back from the barren plain
So I’ll just wait
For all the doors to close
And take me away again

All I’ve known
Is a wasteland as my home
So I will go
When all the doors close again
They never let me back in
Not after where I’ve been
I’m just an alien
I’m just an alien

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from Patterns in the Static, released February 28, 2020

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