Everything Else

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
So you play 'til it's perfect
You play 'til you ache
You play 'til the strings
Or your fingernails break

So you rock that recital
And get into Yale
So you won't feel so sick
And you won't look so pale
'Cause you got your full ride
And your early admit
So you're done with this school
And with all of this shit

So 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