Everything Else

Mozart was crazy
 Flat fucking crazy
 Batshit, I hear
 But his music's not crazy
 It's balanced, it's nimble
 It's crystaline clear
 There's harmony logic
 You listen to these
 You don't hear his doubts
 Or his debts or disease
 You scan through the score and put fingers on keys
 And you play
 And everything else goes away
 Everything else goes away
 And you play 'til it's perfect
 You play 'til you ache
 You play 'til the strings or your fingernails break
 So you'll rock that recital
 And get into Yale
 So you won't feel so sick
 And you won't look so pale
 'Cause you got've your full ride
 And your early admit
 So you're done with this school
 And with all of this shit
 And you graduate early
 You're gone as of May
 And there's nothing your paranoid parents can say
 And you know that it's just a sonata away
 And you play
 And you play
 And everything else goes away
 Everything else goes away
 Everything else goes away