I'm apathetic; pathetically trying to finish what I started
Pushing forward even though my creativity's departed
And my heart is in the right place, but my mind is going elsewhere
And I swear I fight the distractions that are putting something else there
Cuz I told myself to be honest and on this idea I feel Amish
Cuz the lights are out and no one's home, I probably won't finish this song
If I do it'll be ironic, so I'll do it for the irony
My brain is really wrinkled now it's time to do some ironing
I'm driven; passionately battling my opposites
Attacking the attraction that builds and destroys my confidence
It's common sense this push and pull this tug-of-war inside me
Naturally though I really want this tug-of-war behind me
So I surround myself with faces and I look to where my faith is
And I find strength in the places that pulls the rope to the winning side
And the winning side is where I find life, where laziness has lost the fight
Where it's no longer ironic that I finished this song