The things I keep behind my teeth
Are desperation and at least
A shred of certainty that you are only half what you claim to be
I never seem to notice
My eyes only half closed
So chalk it up to progress
A process only unlearned
Through loss of dignity
And becoming exactly what you expect from me
You move the finish line again
Remind me why I still run
You move the finish line again
Remind me why I still run
The legs I run in circles with
Are running out of steam with which
To make me a reminder of the things I left behind
You never seem to focus
Your eyes are always half closed
So chalk it up to progress
A process always unknown
To anyone but me
An unnervingly bad attempt at irony
You move the finish line again
Remind me why I still run
You move the finish line again
Remind me why I still run
You move the finish line again
Remind me why I still run
You move the finish line again
Remind me why I still run