Where the
honest player gets played
And the
Honest liar gets laid.
You were the one person that could cut through the static
It’s just so sadly problematic
When it’s white noise
because you panic in the paddock
Battery acid
To the bin
Like a nightmare that won’t end
It’s fitting, like MGMT’s “Time to pretend”
The real winners don’t play games
Don’t insult the sick
Or lay blame
No rescue required
Thanks much though
I know, you’re tired
I never was as sick as they say
They’re probably just jealous but hey
Who wouldn’t be
I live a life of pure opulence and luxury
I’ve got six cars next to me
A solar powered crib you see
And two that run on electricity 
I retired young and drank smoothies in the sun
Tiers, and class, and education and… Rum
Least we learned manners en masse
And learned honor and bravery in class
Here’s the next test kids
Here’s hoping you pass
At spy school we’ve got these slogans
These things we learn to live by
Trust is a weakness
Trust but verify
We come up with such rules
Because of this guy
And he’s judging me for being this high?
(Holds up thumb and forefinger indicating like an inch space between the two)
What a hypocritical “good guy”
I know you want to cum clean
We both said things we didn’t mean
Am I just the jackass?
Can’t live in the slow lane…
Must pass. Must refrain.
You get more bees with honey 
they say
But vinegar keeps the real pests away
So put the jar back on the tray
I’ve got no sweet talk left to say
And I’m allergic to the swarm anyway.
Burn the hive down, keep the smoke
Laugh real loud at the inside joke
'Cause if nobody’s listening, did I even spoke?
You wanted a villain, so I played the part
With a paper crown and a copper heart
My subtly selfish soliloquy
Or a favorite game:
“What’s wrong with me”
Every cop is a robber
Every robber is a cop
Two sides of the same coin
Really makes you stop 
Do you really like to hide?
Or do you like to chase?
Both sides mutually agree
It’s a never ending race
Sidenote ( The custom of wearing paper crowns at Christmas time has roots that extend far beyond the modern holiday. Its origins can be traced back to the ancient Roman festival of Saturnalia, a winter solstice celebration dedicated to Saturn in late December. During Saturnalia, society’s usual rules were upended, and the distinctions between social classes were temporarily erased. Servants and masters would switch places, with the masters serving their staff at lavish feasts. One of the most notable elements of this subversion was the crown)
