The Truth Is I'm Having A Little Trouble

Deciding Between The Prize And Money

And It's Not Like Its Any Easier

With All These People Hanging On My Next Word

In A Look Not Made Like This Mood

I Saw It Clearly

But I Didn't Know It Was You

Once Famous For Leaving,

My Small Brained Body

Fell Into The Greatness Of A Bad Joke

Still Meaning, In Ruthless Relevance

What I Had Meant To Suddenly Start Knowing

They Themselves Don't Have An Exuse

For What They're Doing

Just To Barely Fill Their Own Shoes

So If You Notice

That I Look Like Shit For A Week

Don't Even Worry

This Is Just How I Wear My Clothes

When I'm Not

Intrigued By First Impressions

Or Swayed By Cold Rejections

My Brain Makes Castles From Sand

But I Just Do All I Can