To R. - Father John Misty

I found you once, and I’ll find you again

Your cells are ringin' bells, singin', «God is dead»

God is dead, God is dyin'

The poison’s in the dose, true

And I’ve had just enough of my fill of my failure to possess you

And for the second time today

I repeat something only we would say

Now is it true you’re goin' out of your head?

Riskin' perfection with somebody else

Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself

Buddy, what’s wrong?

Like the of angel death

Stopped by to ask about the extra room you rent

It’s not like you, tell him to leave

Did you really have to ask him in?

Sing him to sleep

And are you really so surprised

At just what a lost man’s love looks like?

Now is it true you’re goin' out of your head?

Riskin' perfection with somebody else

Oh, no more ridiculous than life itself

Life itself