Surround me with everything Paint me red; I'll own these feelings: Desperate in the basement of a House that I don't know Wear a hole in your hopes With a high standard for a miracle But I'm not on the hook For my whole species, yeah, I know Fill the blank space with smoke Just be patient? Impossible I've got too much pride I never sleep in my own bed Cramming half the country into A small space in my head And when we talk, it's through an opening Though I think I'm content To pretend that's not the way it is Pent up for days at a time Reached static conclusion: "You're right." Nervous, entangled; aggressively so Perpetual motion with nowhere to go