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 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
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 goes away