My glimpse of what I'll become has encompassed my mind
Descriptions I would apply before the end of a full life
Through shit-grin teeth, confess what I've learned
Exalted a little more likely to perform... much worse
Have I strayed course from an affiliative approach?
Can't wait to put my best forth and only put my foot down
Don't need to put myself down anymore
In lieu of what I've become, further constricting my pipes
That were so quick to defer attributes increasingly hard to deny
Am I reverting back to a more youthful state?
Not as a little brother or a father, but a partner you would hate
Have I bitten more than I ever chew?
Could I crawl to the surface or ya run out of room?
I just feel so mute
You are so vital to me
Hear my apology
Through shit-grin teeth, confess what ya learn
In confidence, there's an outlet to perform... less worse
Have I strayed course?
Ought I see myself removed?