Complex - Montaigne

I was walking down the street one day

And your best friend, well, he messaged me

«I wanna say a quick thank you, you really, really, really helped me

Put my thoughts into some words about the things we were all thinking and

feeling»

I was stunned and validated, too

A little confused, and so I asked him to

«'Elucidate me on what he meant by the 'things he thought and felt about you?'»

I thought you changed?

I thought you’d change?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

You and your complex

You told me it was complex

And you, at least you confessed

That power is your object

But you’re no God, no God, no God, no God

Wish I’d never met you

May the Lord He bless you

So he told me you were wearing robes

You were holy, like the son of God

Everybody they had told me after the fact

You were bad for me, just a little cracked

Maybe I was cracked for sticking through all of that bullshit like that?

I was baffled, I was quite unclean

What a story, what a twisted thing

Someone told me you are getting better

I have faith that you’re getting better

I hope you’ve changed

I hope you’ve changed

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

No, but you didn’t, did you?

You and your complex

You told me it was complex

And you, at least you confessed

That power is your object but

You’re a fraud, a fraud

A fraud, a fraud

Wish I’d never met you

May the Lord He bless

You and your complex

You have the weirdest complex and

True, at least your complex

It helps me write a song, yeah

But you’re no God, no God

No God, no God

Wish I’d never met you

May the Lord He bless you

Messiah complex, you have a

Messiah complex, you have a

Messiah complex, you have a

Messiah complex

Wish I’d never met you

May the Lord He bless

You and your complex

You told me it was complex

And you, at least you confessed

That power is your object but

You’re a fraud, a fraud

A fraud, a fraud

Wish I’d never met you

May the Lord He bless

You and your complex

You have the weirdest complex and

True, at least your complex

It helps me write a song, yeah

But you’re no God, no God

No God, no God

Wish I’d never met you

May the Lord He bless you