I’m at odds with everything
Getting even with myself
Reaching forwards towards a future
I’ve done nothing to plan for
Feel the sting when David sings,
“Guess I must be having fun”
Losing touch with all the friendships
bought at the second hand store
If we fail in this moment
and nobody hears it...
I can tell when you aren’t listening
when you just nod in response
Wonder why I’m always screaming
into someone’s microphone
Call it useless, take or leave it
It’s all that I am good for
Melt it down to wax and plastic
Let it die on your floorboard