Here we are yet again I'm under the table killing my pen Convincing my cousin who's three I'm a beautiful dragon with a secret to keep He slides right under the bench He asks me if I can fly and I tell him yes He says he'll keep my secret for me From the rest of the branches on our family tree They circle up for prayer, while I'm gazing From the window by the stairs, they look crazy But I'm sure to them I look like the same thing A couple sentences dressed up As conversation at a party Before we go to bed We walk to the farm by my house round the bend To play a game of touch midnight-catch A family tradition of making me less While I'm trying to break The way that it cycles every time that I play The prophecy fulfills with it's best If I watch from the sidelines If I watch from the bench They circle up for game, while I gaze in From the window by the stairs, I can place them They're ruffling my hair and they're saying Are you trying to pretend like you're At some cooler party again? And they walk away missing what I said And I'm talking to myself again