Always picking fights with lightweights
With lowlights and outtakes
I keep my outrage
Tucked in my ribcage
I got a sunburn
I made a mistake
I thought I lost touch with my reasons
Almost took ownership
Like that's all I needed
Conciliatory, the strength of the story
Accredited, crosschecked, the facts
Are all I've ever lacked
Except maybe tact
Or ammunition
I'd rather not win
Than have to listen
To the obliging
Philosophizing
There is a high tide rising
And I'm unsubscribing
To the lines in the sand
Policing my plans
Never mind that they'll just wash away
I had a bad day
I made a mistake
I had a bad dream
It turned my hair gray
Now I don't recognize my not blue eyes
From the same set of specs
Spent half my life up perched atop my head
And I've been letting go
Or is it coming home?
And I will build from my revulsion
To forward motion