I smashed a TV last night A quiet evening just went wild I broke a bottle on the table Walked on glass into the night A trail of blood I left behind Mumbled words like fuel for fire Tried to keep my shoulders straight Despite the weight of the sky And I cried out loud I mistook a fool for a king Frivolity for grace of a queen Genius for the few Who fail to sleep when they dream All the beauty that I see All the joy I fail to feel It’s not me who chose the road It’s the road that’s chosen me And then I cried out loud Then I drowned in silence While another wild evening Just went quiet