The faculty lounge holds your new stage
A captured audience polite dismayed
You’re painting me in shades of rage —
A masterpiece of blame you’ve made
Your monologue a tightening coil
We watch the fabric start to unspool
And you’re shouting to the room that I’m the cost
But the punchline’s sweet and never lost:
It’s your loss Your loss
I accelerate you just…downhill
Yeah it’s your loss
“Hello You think you’re so clever
Yeah I heard Whatever
That little—(umm)…goddamn snitch
F*ck this job F*ck this place And f*ck—”
And you’re shouting to the void that I’m the cost
But the signal’s clean and never lost:
It’s your loss Your loss
I’m gaining speed you’re…spinning still
Yeah it’s your loss
A falling statue makes a sound
We gather round but we’re not bound
To the debris to the dust you’re eating now
You’re the lesson we all learned somehow:
How to not be
And you’re shouting to the void that I’m the cost
But the signal’s clean and never lost:
It’s your loss Your loss
I’m gaining speed you’re…spinning still
Yeah it’s your loss
Keep talking The air is cheaper now
Your weather’s stuck on one dark cloud
I’m a satellite a rising chart —
You’re a footnote playing one sour part
And the axis tilts the balance shows…
You’re just a blur in my rearview slowing
Yeah
It’s your loss
Your loss
