“Good Question, Macbeth”

Do I seem closer than I appear?
On your mirror as you drove away from here

Closing arguments state nothing but the facts
The truth was lost so long ago, it's hardly evidence

Won't you save me one by one?
Pieces fall unto the ground, soak up the sun, grow big and tall as one

You seem so positive
Is that your answer?
Because there won't be a chance to second guess
Who was the best?
Who was the best?
Third round, roundabout
The highest numbers will barely scratch the surface of doubt

Can I be your exhibit C?
So I can see you point at me, one last time, before I have to go away for awhile

Can I write down everything you say?
I don't want to miss a single phrase, look to me if you forget your line

Can I paint the triumphant pose?
Of you leaning over arguing to a group of people who know everything that you did

You seem so positive
Is that your answer?
Because there won't be a chance to second guess
Who was the best?
Who was the best?
Third round, roundabout
The highest numbers will barely scratch the surface of doubt