Maybe all the things you said about me were true
Or maybe you projected shit you hate about you
Perhaps we only fought
Because there was something to lose
But we could never talk this out
Too busy singing the blues
There you go again
Switching up those moods
While I'm dying on this hill
Catching up with old news
You were scratching the itch
Trying to reopen closed wounds
I was sizing up opps
Didn't see goalposts move
But who really needs a muse
Ain't that struggle enough
Another tricky situation
Am I in trouble or love
Stick my shovel in the mud
And work up out of this hole
Keep running late
Trying to make up
For the time that you stole
See, first you lost control
And next comes the respect
Yeah, you've got all that charisma
But you're lacking finesse
Your lip service ain't perfect
It be average at best
But we all got limitations
That we have to accept
Got a clock on my wall
With the incorrect time
A stack of books I need to read
But I still haven't tried
Loose papers laying round
That I'll never organize
And a closet full of band tees
In the wrong size
I got people that I love
But never see my face
And others I don't like
Yet I deal with everyday
I had a box full of records
It seems I misplaced
Now I got a new excuse
When you ask why I'm awake
Maybe every shakey bridge I build is meant to burn
And all the delicate things I touch are bound to break
It feels like every word I say is out of turn
But I won't let y'all asses lie right to my face
I keep on swearing one day you're going to learn
But I'm still searching for the words that it takes
For you to look me in the eye and not squirm
And finally fess the fuck up to your mistakes
Why should I waste
Another second on this fight
When the reasons are vague
And I stopped caring who was right
You preach discourse by day
But lace your boots by night
You will always have your way
Or get to shooting on sight
Out of room to be kind now
I have to be free
Either way will be painful
Just a matter of degree
Up furiously scribbling
Trying to capture what I see
Heavy head, blurred vision
Chalk it up to lack of sleep
Got a clock on my wall
With the incorrect time
A stack of books I need to read
But I still haven't tried
Loose papers laying round
That I'll never organize
And a closet full of band tees
In the wrong size
I got people that I love
But never see my face
And others I don't like
Yet I deal with everyday
I had a box full of records
It seems I misplaced
Now I got a new excuse
When you ask why I'm awake
I presume the progress that I've made is incremental
And any fortune good or bad was incidental
My work ethic is rather inconsequential
And opportunities I've got are merely temporal
I hate riddles
You're full of dirty little secrets
So you assume this all happens for a reason
And each coincidence must hold a deeper meaning
But the more you repeat it
The less you believe it
At least we're in agreement
When it comes to the result
But is it really an achievement
If you win it by default
Better watch who you insult
Before them curses turn to daggers
They could very well draw laughter
Not the blood and tears your after
Motivate some stubborn bastard
To go and cut a record
You may have got the first laugh
But the last one feels much better
Do these smiles come from pleasure
Or anxiety under pressure
Or maybe its just funny how it all came together
Got a clock on my wall
With the incorrect time
A stack of books I need to read
But I still haven't tried
Loose papers laying round
That I'll never organize
And a closet full of band tees
In the wrong size
I got people that I love
But never see my face
And others I don't like
Yet I deal with everyday
I had a box full of records
It seems I misplaced
Now I got a new excuse
When you ask why I'm awake