Octavio Made the Bomb Fucked Up

Octavio made the bomb
He was the one all along
We trapped him inside a song
And made him follow along

We hadn't written an album in almost three years
So we met at the mall to start moving the gears
Mike got a smoothie, I got some fries

So here is what we did:
We made up these poor little kids
Who just wanted to make out
And not be in some play about
The importance of love
And David's lack thereof
And then one of them dies
And no one really knows why
And it gets really sad
And David feels really bad
He starts blaming himself...
Fuck, no words rhyme with "self."

But then you find out the narrator is part of the play
And you start to question everything in a serious way
You're supposed to relate to it, and your own life
And then a character comes in who has been through it before
You realize Vivian was with David before the war
The recursive nature of the play becomes clear