Patience
I'm out of it
"You're out of line, let's talk about it"
Yeah
What about it?
Mistakes and problems, I keep them shrouded
Not even my hindsight is allowed in
(Such a sweet taste of light)
Your breath of sun-ray on my chest
(Something good that could be mine)
Blinding lights appear when they come for my arrest
You're a sitting duck
They're a flock of birds
Some are cursed with luck
Others are lucky to be cursed
I've got negative thoughts
That make plans come to naught
Half a page of scribbled lines
My brain begins to rot
Thought I had time on my side
But I don't
I'll just walk this earth without my goddamn head screwed on right