Under my dispositions
Caught in late decisions
Over all my wisdom
Cut from the knots I've tied
Counting all the lies I've lied
Up against all the times I've tried
I never was convinced that I'd lose everything for naught
Fighting cynical, teetering on principle
I'll never know if I was wrong
Smoke in the sunlight
My eyes are closed, but my
Arms are open wide
Finally learned to take it all in stride
Growing out of this will come with time
Stuck staring at the ceiling
The ground around me is changing
Spiral out of a feeling
And I can't stand that I'm aging
Grinding my teeth
Tearing holes in my sheets
Waking up from respite
Digging deep for your keep
I came here stalwart
Trigger-finger diagnosis
A little taller, a little closer
To hopeless
I feel so hopeless
I just can't focus
One day I'll shake this
White-knuckle the time
Spill a pint of blood with words and rhymes
Watching all my guilt fade in real time
I should've known my gut was always right
Smoke in the sunlight
Arms are open wide
Take it all in stride
This will come with time
(Don't get me wrong, the sun is nice
But the wind still bites
So make your bed, regret your life
But I won't forfeit mine)