Greasy, unwashed hair
Misplaced aspirations
Awkward proxies for a feeling
I can't put into words
What did i think this would amount to
Stumbling towards a crooked line
Demarcating my decline
What did i think
Blinding glare on the windshield
Screaming at the steering wheel
Afraid to tell you what i'm thinking
Scared to admit it to myself
If you had told me this what the future had in store
Well i guess i should have seen it all along
Get my habits back in order
Keep those impulses at bay
To-do lists first thing in the morning
Self-sabotage is still in play