On Your Own Lyrics

A minor novelty
Worn, torn, and draped with comedy
Perched up high, upon your shelf
All tense and no sense, for oneself

To no, applause
To stand, on your own
I never knew I could be
A stranger in my own home

A faint silhouette
Mismatched, against a different palette
Lost amongst, the cast and crew
All tense and no sense, who knew?

To no, applause
To stand, on your own
I never knew I could be
A stranger in my own home

I will
Rearrange
The room
To suit my view

And I will
Rearrange
The stage
To suit my view

And I won’t
Continue to break
Bend or shape
For you no more

And I won’t
Continue to break
Bend or shape
Anymore