It takes unruly candor to helm this disposition, but so what. The ceiling, old friend, stares back. Was that courage I just daydreamt? Well so what. So much for bravery, misunderstood. And then it came to me. I knew it would. We could've moved mountains. We could've been something. But so what. In cold, still even weeds grow. I fear that's a strength I'll never know. But so what. So much for bravery, misunderstood. But then it came to me, I knew it would. So much free energy. Numb to the buzz, that's tolerance built up good. And then you came to me, I knew you would. A quiet victory, but we'll take what we can get. You'll get the best of me, if only for a moment.