Write Myself Out

I write these numbers down

From the code left on a string

Ones, zeros, ones, and threes

That could never be code for anything

I never claimed to be binarily sound

But I could never claim a thing

Wisdom is dead, it's a thing of the past

That dies with every silver strand

We tell ourselves we're not to blame

I believe it all the same

But my fingers, they just keep pointing

Out all the flaws in this machine

It's me

I write myself out

I write myself out

I write myself out

So you'll know

We have no control

Before it ends, we'll never know

I wear these strikes on my arms

They weigh down my sleeves

Oh, I'll wear them until they break or die

Oh, I'll wear them until they break or die

We tell ourselves we're not to blame

I believe it all the same

But my fingers, they just keep pointing

Out all the flaws in this machine

It's me

I write myself out

I write myself out

I write myself out

So you'll know

Oh, so you'll know

Oh, so you'll know

I apologize with bread and wine

On Sunday morning in the summertime

But I just drop by to leave my money

Because my intentions were wrong once again

I apologize with bread and wine

On Sunday morning in the summertime

But I just drop by to leave my money

Because my intentions were wrong once again.