Soft-Punk Mosaic

Still me here, do you think I forgot about you?

Still upset, but now I'm twenty-two.

Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushin' through,

'Cause you know it's Armageddon!

Still Decoy, still a good witch with her tea,

Still bitter, still don't play the black keys.

Still wants to politely and properly warn you: This is Armageddon!

When all I do is think about the past And haunt a

house nobody wants to live in!

You wanna hear about it all,

where do I start?

I guess when it kicks in...

Still King's Cross and pulling heartbreak out of hats,

Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad.

Still miss you, but I know now it'll pass—

Found some other muses,

I give 'em all my best!

I light another candle and I chant under my breath That I

will try forgiveness, but I will not forget,

Not forget, not forget,

not forget... Am I better yet?

When all I do is think about the past,

Make it a universe that you can live in!

You wanna hear from all the people in my heart?

Well, okay, when it kicks in...

(When did this occur?

Who is he? Where's he from?) (What's he like?

What's his name?)

Lighting candles in the kitchen,

brewing up the spell,

We survived the fire,

we can skip the private hell.

Purple eyeshadow gleaming, comfortable sandals on the floor,

Walking right past the past and locking up the door!

When it kicks in...

Absolute sovereignty. Absolute twenty-two magic.

Tara, Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew.