It's more than fists and phrases.

It goes beyond life's little changes.

It's not enough.

Banks, bombs, coffee shops & everything I own.

I can't even think a second

without my thoughts coming down to wreck it.

(Know what I'm saying?)

Spirits been gone for months.

When is it coming home?

These hang-ups alone are cutting me down,

hurting my ears,

chomp at the bit & bite at the masses.

Everyday I miss it.

I practice petty fucking myths to fix it

Just for a while.

Shelve it with the rest of me.

Next to the faith I've loaned.

I sore my throat to get it.

I tune it in & turn it up to forget it.

That's how it happens.

Stage fright therapy is the only help I own.

These hang-ups alone are cutting me down,

hurting my ears,

chomp at the bit & bite at the masses.

Forgot whose in control.

I'm killing what kills.

Healing what hurts.

Smile at the world.

Destroying these feelings.