Moods change with the wind,
I wouldn't blame you if you didn't know how to pack
Just when you think the bough breaks, it bends
Safe & sound in the treehouse, then you're under attack
The stillness you feel, the peace I could offer
But the very next hour, hurricane makes landfall
You peel a million layers, the shell becomes softer
Name card at the table, then exiled from the grand hall
I give you the tour, I'll even show you sacred rooms
Encounters seemingly insignificant
When you think you understand the plot, I'll change my costume
Didn't even notice you entered the maze till you're standing in the thick of it
I'll hold your hand through the gate, even offer some clues
Like Seneca, a game maker always alters the course
Stain your skin with my impressions, leaving a tattoo
I'd speak your native language but I only know Morse
Paint you in beautiful colors then shade it in gray -
Swap stories and tales of past lives
Convince myself I'm here to stay
Then I'll pack my bags and catch the redeye
When the cold rolls in at night, no heat to be found
You feel I'm light years away, a prisoner of war
I'll create fire from my hands just to keep you around
I'd stand as Prometheus just to make sure you're warm
I take one step forward to take 10 steps back
If it appears I'm present, I'm only in my mind
Swore a blood oath, signed the bloody contract
Come live in my garden for a while, who knows what we'll find
Then I'll leave it uninhabitable, this deserted Earth
Time to live on the moon
I'll kick you out when you have too much worth
When I think you've learned too much of my tune
Remembering what it was, then leaving you unsure
Mandela effect -
Infected with juxtaposition, are you peddling the cure?
Only a placebo, what else did you expect?