Circles Erratica

Sometimes I'm invisible
I'm nowhere to be seen
Kick like a tin can
Into a shape of a man
Try so hard to break in
So I can brust out
Perspectives ever changing
Leaving me in doubt

I've got a chronic disorder
I'm balanced between
The edge of a razor
Trying to cut clean
I've got my eyes on the road
I'm trying to keep steady
I've got my hands on the wheel
I feel I'm nearly ready

Hope that me who's dreaming
And that's not me who's screaming
Want to wake up warm
Not tattered and torn
Still for all the killing
There's nobody winning
I want to spit it out
I want to scream and shout

Lying in the gutter
I heard someone mutter
Creeping in the shadows
Trying to get home
Like the swing in the see-saw
It's hard to keep steady
But with some rearranging
I feel I'm nearly ready

Sometimes I'm invisible
I'm nowhere to be seen
Kick like a tin can
Into a sugarade man
Hope that me who's dreaming
And that's not me who's screaming
I want to wake up warm
Not tattered and torn

Lying in the gutter
I heard someone stutter
Creeping in the shadows
Trying to get home
I've got my eyes on the road
I'm trying to keep steady
I've got my hands on the wheel
I feel I'm nearly ready