My desires are a reminder
Of all the time I've squandered
On all the pleasures this life has to give
And sorrow is a doorway
With no sign or warning
That this guilt is now a sentence I must live with
And to hear my mother crying
Is more time I spend dying
As the pity I rely on guides me through
I'm just another pigeon
Crippled on the pavement
Should have trusted my reflection, not the view
If feeling is artistic
Then love must be it's canvas
And mine's staring at me with a blank face
So in return I get more hostile
Reach for another bottle
Sobriety is a long forgotten taste
I need to find a party
To keep my mind from wandering
And to cleanse my dirty laundry of it's stink
I'm just another f*ck up
Distraught with where I've wound up
Trying to find a shortcut in a drink
Trying to fill and to rebuild my crumbling world
I'm an optimist who's drowning in a glass half full
My logic is a Penrose
A staircase with a loophole
I could climb forever but I won't get any higher
And these trials and tribulations
And all the life I've wasted
Just walking in an impossible spiral
I'm tired of the science
And it's twisted web of tyrants
It's a shame I'll never buy in to it's lore
I'm just another skeptic
To damn narcissistic
I guess I'll never get it, either / or