I smile to each room that I enternAnd am aware of choosing not to destroynAnd meanwhile back at central commandnThe vague ache of being human takes it's standnnThe pits and tangles of patience and strengthnThe blessed blaze of reckless, senseless, meaningless choices madenI still have those who know I'm full of shit and love me anywaysnAnd all I get to walk away with is knowing this'll all hit you somedaynnSo I smile to each room I enternAnd I smile to each room I consciously don't destroyn