Some days I stop
and wonder if I'll ever change.
I tend to point the finger,
but I know that I'm to blame.
Wondering what choices the future
will demand of me one day, or
perhaps the inevitable is the only way
to animate the opossum-player.
I think that I'm only really and truly alive
when I'm all alone or inside you.
And I feel so guilty for all I'm not, so angry
at what time alone won't undo.
I'm secretly admiring
the oh-so simple, straight and narrow
as I'm obtuse, crooked and complex.
Wish I wasn't so bitter,
hostile, sad and withdrawn but I hate
myself and the world, its such a mess.
Why does it always seem we find it nessesary
and meaningful to do what is hardest for us?
That falling short is shrinking to less than nothing
and anything less than nothing is too much?
Always I know its fate,
do or die again I've got to change.
Not just because its fear that keeps me here
but because something undefined calls me away.
Its not about someone else,
its about being something more.
All I seek is all I am, why am I
so damn scared to open the door?
and wonder if I'll ever change.
I tend to point the finger,
but I know that I'm to blame.
Wondering what choices the future
will demand of me one day, or
perhaps the inevitable is the only way
to animate the opossum-player.
I think that I'm only really and truly alive
when I'm all alone or inside you.
And I feel so guilty for all I'm not, so angry
at what time alone won't undo.
I'm secretly admiring
the oh-so simple, straight and narrow
as I'm obtuse, crooked and complex.
Wish I wasn't so bitter,
hostile, sad and withdrawn but I hate
myself and the world, its such a mess.
Why does it always seem we find it nessesary
and meaningful to do what is hardest for us?
That falling short is shrinking to less than nothing
and anything less than nothing is too much?
Always I know its fate,
do or die again I've got to change.
Not just because its fear that keeps me here
but because something undefined calls me away.
Its not about someone else,
its about being something more.
All I seek is all I am, why am I
so damn scared to open the door?
