Complex Songtext
von Montaigne

I was walking
Down the street one day
And your best friend
Well, he messaged me
"Wanna say a quick thank you
You really, really, really helped me
Put my thoughts into some words
About the things we were all thinking and feeling"

I was stunned and
Validated too
A little confused
And so I asked him to
Elucidate me on what he meant by the things he thought and felt about you?
I thought you changed?
I thought you′d change?


No, but you didn't, did you?
No, but you didn′t, did you?
No, but you didn't, did you?
No, but you didn't, did you?
No, but you didn′t, did you?
No, but you didn′t, did you?

You and your complex
It told me it was complex
And you, at least you confessed
That power is your object
But you're no God, no God, no God, no God
Wish I′d never met you, may the Lord He bless, you

So he told me
You were wearing robes
You were holy
Like the son of God
Everybody they had told me after the fact
You are bad for me, just a little cracked
Maybe I was cracked for sticking through all of that bullshit like that?


I was baffled
I was quite unclean
What a story
What a twisted thing
Someone told me you are getting better
I have faith that you're getting better
I hope you′ve changed
I hope you've changed

No, but you didn′t, did you?
No, but you didn't, did you?
No, but you didn't, did you?
No, but you didn′t, did you?
No, but you didn′t, did you?
No, but you didn't, did you?

You and your complex
It told me it was complex
And you, at least you confessed
That power is your object
But you′re a fraud, a fraud, a fraud, a fraud
Wish I'd never met you, may the Lord He bless

You and your complex
You have the weirdest complex
And true, at least your complex
It helps me write a song, yeah
But you′re no God, no God, no God, no God
Wish I'd never met you, may the Lord He bless, you

Messiah complex, you have a
Messiah complex, you have a
Messiah complex, you have a
Messiah complex
Wish I′d never met you, may the Lord He bless

You and your complex
It told me it was complex
And you, at least you confessed
That power is your object
But you're a fraud, a fraud, a fraud, a fraud
Wish I'd never met you, may the Lord He bless

You and your complex
You have the weirdest complex
And true, at least your complex
It helps me write a song, yeah
But you′re no God, no God, no God, no God
Wish I′d never met you, may the Lord He bless, you