With enough luck I could erase all I've worked for
Not luck but sk**, come to think of it that's more
Like my tendencies
My past proclivity
Towards tripping over my own two feet
Not tripping, but stepping deliberately
Until my face is flush with the ground
I crack a smile on the way down
Some nights are a noose and a step stool
But I can barely tie my shoes
When I was young I joined a boy scout troop for a week or two
But decided Nintendo was more my excuse
Did you catch that misdirection?
Do you hear this introspection?
Am I just the sum of what I haven't done?
The horse I rode in on, he died
But I'll beat him alive
I will try I will try
With enough luck I could erase all I've worked for
Not luck but sk**, come to think of it that's more
Like my tendencies
My past proclivity
Towards tripping over my own two feet
Not tripping, but stepping deliberately
Until my face is flush with the ground
I crack a smile on the way down
Some days I'm a parking spot away
From convulsing into fits of rage
And the forecast gets the final say
If fresh air will get an attempt at my face
Did you think it's worth a mention
That my only real intention's
Not to stick to the bottom
Or broaden or blossom
But breathe the belief that it's really this bleak
And I fear this fight is fruitless
That my errant ideology
That ever-present potency
That pallid personality
May one day come to define me
We've all become miserable people