Bad Accent - My Epic

They all have bad accents here but they still take turns

Trying to articulate with their blurry words

They whisper and exclaim

Simplify and complicate

It always sounds strange

They try to say your name

It’s never quite the same

They think they’ve got it down

It shifts a little and they always have to sound it out

Don’t they feel the sequence spin, grow, and then forget?

Every new epiphany is just another step

They confuse and conflate-

Rebuke then relate-

Double down or disavow

Why can’t they remember now?

Everyone here has a bad accent, everyone does

You’re more or less here —

The substance and the superstition

Until the smoke clears

It’s hard sometimes to tell the difference

We try to say your name

It’s never quite the same

I think I’ve got it down

It shifts a little and I always have to sound it out

(Everyone here has a bad accent.)

I’m terrible with names

(Everyone here has a bad accent.)

And terrified of grey

(Everyone here has a bad accent.)

I want to know right now

(Everyone here has a bad accent.)

It’s really hard to learn

We’re never gonna figure you out

When you sing-

I may not know this song

But it rings out really lovely when I hum along

When you sing-

I cannot play the tune

But I guess someone here should leave their seat and dance with you

When you sing…

When you sing…