Chewing On Glass…

I seemed to have out stayed my welcome
Not by a month or a week a day at the most
Odd sense of feeling like this but who doesn’t?
When push comes to shove and it pulls you under
A rivalry that couldn’t possibly die without us both
I could tell you the truth, but the truth I don’t know
Saying good bye isn’t the same as walking away
Just like screaming isn’t the same as fighting
Everything hinges on the words and the tone
But if I’m being honest I stopped listening long ago
The past comes back as memories the same as the future
Watching you lying there like a corpse on a sheep skin rug
Just like the time you watched me swaying for fun
Everything hinges on context and the intent
But if I am being honest none of it meant as much as I said
I believe that I have out stayed my welcome
Not by a month or a week a lifetime at least
Odd sense of feeling like this, but if we are being honest
Who doesn’t…

Alright if we’re doing this… let’s do it already…

Came back swinging for the fences
Ink running dry on my life
We might finally be on the brink
Of something new around here
But still no one knows why
Traded soul, change of the weather, who knows
Laundry list of reasons
But still no one could decide
We’ve run out of reasons to try
Money, sex, fame are all the same
Couldn’t out think those that think all the same
Carbon copies reaching for the same thing
I’m so much better because I pretend that I am
Set number of incidents before it all goes to shit
Committed I’ve been told to what I’m not sure I know
Not sure I ever could with what I’ve been given

Can’t seem to focus on anything other than the feelings left behind…

I’m afraid it is out of the question
How does one pick and choose
Their final words at a time like this?
All I wanted to do was prove
I could be better than myself
Better than you… better than them…
But I need you to know this
Rich people always win and money means nothing
Life isn’t a joke still somehow plays out the same
Hypocrisy of a statement we know to be true
As long as you pay the rent
Who really gives a shit?
Death by any other name
My new uniform came in today
Death by any other means
Long and drawn out and oh so clean
Get your hands dirty and see what I mean
If everyone was paying attention
Then we’d have already known
Our final words and the chaos they foretold
Dying doesn’t mean all of this goes away
Slowly living through our true destiny
Surviving on a diet of forgotten dreams

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