The Devil

The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back
 Oh well, I can't change how they feel
 The absence of truth through their consummation was expected,
 But damn I hoped that making them
 Bump would do something for relations
 I think I made a mistake
 Because everything's looking pretty great
 And it wasn't perfect I could tell
 The white wallpaper slowly browned
 And as it peeled and fell to the ground
 The earth was exposed as itself
 Catching my mind in the strangest places,
 Like visions of a temperate kind of hell.
 Amenities and drinks in frosted glass.
 The sun in my eyes and my heart so full,
 I can't tell if it's tight from fear or love.
 The mystery's alluring and all,
 But I'd like to know how to feel.
 I think I made a mistake
 Because everything's looking pretty great
 It feels like a lifetime on some different timeline
 I'm there; in my clothes, in my skin, on my phone,
 It's me.
 None of my history, feels like a part of me or my life.
 But my feet touch the floor on the earth like before.
 The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back.
 Oh well, I can't change how they feel.