Well oh my GodnThere’s like a dozen things wrong with thisnFeel so lost even though I’m safe at homenI’ve got places to be but nowhere I need to gonIt’s safe to say, the road less travelled leads to younnYour existence is a pinpricknOn a paper continentnThe patron saints all patronize menStep off the map and floatnnOh my GodnI’ve got to dull my senses just to be out in publicnPut too much faith in all you’ve ever knownnIt’s safe to say, the road less travelled leads back homennYour existence is a pinpricknOn a paper continentnThe patron saints all patronize menStep off the map and float