Sometimes it spills over
Sometimes it lies vacant
Like one million half baked ideas complacent
Adjacent to ruin
I'll see hell come rapture
Like one million thoughts
That I cannot capture
We relax
It falls back
Not that good, but
It's not that bad
I've learned to see it when it's coming
Maybe not this time
I'll never give it over willingly
I'll stake what's my mine
We'll never, we'll never know
Just where this, where this will go
But I'm saying you gotta have hope
And swim through the pain
When you are scatterbrained
Steady always tired grind
Feeling slightly serpentine
I'll take a bath in poison oak
I think I'll laugh and let it soak ti
I've never been divine
It retreats
We attack
It's not that good
But it's not that bad