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To introduce the clatter of kick-drum marionette
Droning on and on about a thousand significant sunsets
That mean nothing to me because I'm lying here
Wondering how clean this mattress is and should I
Really spend so much time in other people's minds?
I count on you to drown it out in a wave
Of deafening genre-defiance, but even that envelope you're pushing
Seems full to me of the regrets I've stolen
From those around me and made my own.
You muster up another roar too late -- you've failed me.
Consciousness wanders past a common thread of
Kindergarten cause and effect --
The more I try to help
The more I end up hurting myself --
But what has me truly shaking on this bed
Is the question I keep coming back to:
Am I even doing this to help anymore
Or am I only whole when I'm breaking myself to pieces?