Am I non-committal?
Or am I filled with brittle bones
That bend
When stressed but just a little
By terror that will whittle them
Down?
We're runnin out
Of choices now
You're bringing out
My choicest doubts
My headache pounds
And my nasal sounds
Will bring me down
And drown you out
They're so damn loud
I'm not always happy
I'm not always happy
I'm not always happy
I'm not always happy
You watch for my weekends
You prey on my weakness
You pat me with pretense
I lower my defense
I'm not always happy
I'm not always happy
I am not always happy
I'm not always happy
Oh I'll give you hell
And you won't take it well
A blade forged for me
Is chopping down your tree
You wince when I walk
But you'll hear when I talk
It's shit but it's free
I don't care if you see
I will always be the one
The one that shot the starting gun
Can you feel my silver tongue?
It wraps around your great undone
And will I know the way
Widening whispers I hear them say
That they plan to cripple me
My path is probably deepening
But I'm a blink in an instant
A dot on a screen
I can't help but avoid the feed
But I am writing a book
On the back of an
Old receipt that I took from
The man who gives away
Most all that he's paid for
Oh he can't help but love stolen labor
Why this fate?
How could the searchlight have been so late?
You brush it away, say I overrate
I wish that I had overate
Yeah that's the freedom floor
It fucked up my shoes but I can't ignore
The stains that line the only door
It's bleeding a bit but it's out for war