The A-B Theory

A City Scene

The A-B Theory


I don't enjoy swallowing life through a bottle
How the poison makes all of my memories hollow
And how my throat moves in sync with my body
In a crowd I'm composed; my life's a dichotomy

Still my heart, my heart
Is burning through darkness for you
Still my lungs, my lungs
Respire for no one, but you

When I close my eyes I can hear the city
There's no miracle or medicine for self-pity
I imagine you standing in white in the middle
I don't blame you for leaving; you did what you had to

And all of the while everything's still in motion
The working class learning that life's just a bargain
While the rich men conspire plans to reach heaven
You stand there so pretty, why won't this last forever?
You did what you had to; you did what you had to

Still my heart, my heart
Is burning through darkness for you
Still my lungs, my lungs
Respire for no one, but you

Still my heart, my heart
Is burning through darkness for you
Still my lungs, my lungs
Respire for no one, but you