Everything Else

Natalie:

Mozart was crazy

Flat fucking crazy.

Batshit, I hear,

But his music's not crazy,

It's balanced, it's nimble,

It's crystalline clear.

There's harmony, logic

You listen to these,

You don't hear his doubts

Or his debts or disease.

You scan through the score

And put fingers on keys

And you play...

And everything else goes away.

Everything else goes away.

And you play 'til it's perfect,

You play 'til you ache,

You play 'til the strings

Or you fingernails break.

So you'll rock that recital

And get into Yale,

So you won't feel so sick

And you won't look so pale,

'Cause you've got your full ride

And your early admit

So you're done with this school

And all of this shit,

And you graduate early,

You're gone as of May

And there's nothing your

Paranoid parents can say...

And you know that it's just

A sonata away...

And you play...

And you play...

And everything else goes away.

Everything else goes away.

Everything else goes away.