When you get down to the bottom,
To the root of it all
You’ll find:
3 stamps, a tree branch, and a person you’re not
I hear you all singing
Telling me to join in
You tell me, “It all means something.”
You tell me to commit
But I know the true face of mystery
I’ve seen what’s behind the mask:
I know I’m really no one
And I’m okay with it
It doesn’t have to matter
To have meaning
It’s about common sense
But sometimes sense is senseless
And I just go along with it
With my 3 stamps, my tree branch, and the person I’m not
The trick is to be no one
To commit against sense
But commit to “commitment”
Or be committed for “making sense”
When you tell them about:
the “3 stamps,” the “tree branch,” and the “person you’re not”
You are who you are as you are who you’re not
And which one is real is a mystery
