fishing for compliments in a sea of printed ink
selling your work out and asking what everyone thinks
at a moment when you're balanced trying to stay on the brink
of one thing, two things, now how will this keep
at a time we felt so small
when we couldn't laugh at all
let alone any of the lame comments that you let escape
your thoughts through your fingertips that led us both to hate
these conclusions that you jump to, flying out of the gate
with arms crossed, refusing to run in your rat race
this is war like i've never known before
this is two faces running races and my mouth is getting sore
this is chewed up and spit out 'cause i couldn't get it down
this is the end of a beginning that you never even found
i've got a lot on my plate, as it goes right now
watching the world spin while everybody gets around
from place to place and i watch as they climb
up shoots and ladders, the alices and the mad hatters
i'm running late, i'm running late but this just doesn't seem to matter
when I took one step towards my front door it seemed
that everything would fall apart if i made one more creak
in the floor boards, the door hinges, i couldn't even speak
so i waited until everything was back where it seemed
like i could move again, exhale and start to think
about myself and try to focus in on me
about where am i going and how should i react
to the honest attempts made by people who specialize in acting
like everything is fine, and live life to a beat
their daily routine: lather, rinse, repeat
that's it, shatter this, it's all gone to far
through the eyes of a bystander this is all uncalled for
i'll wind it all down and wait hope for any kind of closure
to what started as an argument and escalated to more
i won't hold grudges, because this will never end
now i'm covered in violence but it's all in my head
