I Live With A Brain That Knows How To Weather 

The Constant Barrage Of Putting Together 

A Picture Of Me I'm Sure You Will Miss 



I Think From A Place That's Long Been Detached 

The Center Of Gravity That Circles My Path 

Will Draw You In Too If You Try To Resist 



The Order Of Detail Floods My Life 

Like A Marionette To Sadness 

I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me 



It Strings Me Along Leaving Time 

To Let Me Pretend I Can't See 

There's Always Been Someone I'd Rather Be 



I Need Razor Straight Lines 

Marching In Time 

Clearly Marked Stop Signs 

And Thoughts To Call Mine 



A Beginning An End 

A Pattern To Follow 

Time To Prepare 

I Am Almost There 



I Am Not Quiet 

I Choose Not To Talk 

I'm Afraid Of Myself And Of You 

Your Terrible Plans 

And The Conclusions I Have Been Led To 

The Ones I Can't Undo 



The Order Of Detail Floods My Life 

Like A Marionette To Sadness 

I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me 



It Strings Me Along Leaving Time 

To Let Me Pretend I Can't See 

There's Always Been Someone I'd Rather Be