At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy
I brought smiles in my bag to pass around
To all the unpleasant I passed as life walked by
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare
I made that my occupation, self-proclaimed devourer of problems
It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees
It didn't like me fucking up the balance
I'm undoing life's work
Since I never once saw that gaze fade, my bag became smaller
The unpleasant wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before
I think I'm losing my friends
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare
And I made that my occupation, self-proclaimed devourer of problems
Problems
I think I was a lovely boy
It feels like a million years since I, since I was him
It feels like a million years
I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare
I made that my occupation, self-proclaimed devourer of problems
Of problems
To think those stories were a lie
And all he had to do was fix a gaze on me to turn it all around
I think I was a lovely, lovely boy
Let's see if we can make a lovely, lovely man
Lovely, lovely man, lovely, lovely man
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