giving in and never taking anything out.
somedays i feel like i should just punch out.
chalk up the loss.
ive heard its about compromise and working through the little things
theyll tell me to stick it out it will only get better.
wading through the travesty of the american way
feeling less american every day i stay connected
i cant put in any justified reasons to stay
when the apathy and complacency is all i recieve for good deeds
i will bend, i will never break.
thats love? thats bullshit.

im no genius, and im no forrest gump
im no mans son, and im no womans son
i know the difference between the blood and the love
i know the difference between thought and pity

i know where i am to go
i have nowhere i am to go

the way theyve brought their illness and made the air black
the way theyve brought their pink ribbons tied neatly on the shit they sell
i never bought into it, i never thought much of it.
i never followed through with it, i never wallowed in any of it

i know where i am to go
i have nowhere i am to go

leaving me split on the hairs of want and need.
my soul cant stop just for one person or anyone.
dead at 21. dead at fucking 21.
thats the scheme of things.
thats the life expectancy of commoners.
jobless, homeless, restless, useless.
ive felt more useful when im farther away.