The Only House That's Not On Fire Yet

I feel knotted up today
But in a most exquisite way
Like neckties or like macramé
Bowlines and zeppelin bends
If you were a theremin
I wouldn't know where to begin
My hands would stay here on my chin
With a hum that never ends

This suit doesn't fit me
I made it myself, counterfeitly
With buttons of blue
Killing me with déjà vu
It's a gift for you

When I escape at last
When enough time has passed
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
I made it when I was an architect
This is just the side effect

I feel strangely regular
But honestly, I prefer it to
The usual bizarre
Damn that oxymoron
If you were a piece of dust
I'd shine a light through the busted window
And I'd learn to trust
In the updraft that you're on
Click! Click! Auto-focus!
The film's in the can like hocus-pocus
A picture of you
Killing me with déjà vu

Don't know what I'll do when I escape at last
When the end of time has passed
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
I made it when I was an architect
This is just the side effect

The punch line is: There is no punch line
The punch line is: There is no punch line
The punch line is: There is no punch line
The punch line is that there is no punch line
The punch line is: There is no punch line
The punch line is that there is no punch line
The punch line is: There is no punch line
The punch line is: There is no punch line

Oh! I just thought of how to change all the hate
Into love with the old switcheroo
Dancing in my déjà vu
You'll be dancing, too
When I escape at last
When the future is the past
But something keeps me as a pet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire yet
The only house that's not on fire (yet)