Full Recovery

Tracking down a runaway claim
Sifting through the trail of blame
A full review, long overdue
I’m taking myself back by the roots
Hiding in a popular cause
Bathed in undeserved applause
A constant plug, a modern drug
Scared I’ve forgotten how to love

“I don’t think I can change,” says me, the hypocrite
I don’t know why I waited to issue my personal permit
If I could do as I say, tomorrow would have been today
No more too-lates, I’m tired of saying it
I sold myself in chains to muscle memory
I put in too much of my time to watch it bury me
If I could do as I say, I’d be proud of yesterday
No more halfway to full recovery

Salvaging a faded grin
Looking from the outside in
A wounded man with folded hands
Can’t seem to follow his own plans (frozen where he stands)
Written off a story line
Simplified a complex sign
The curtain breaks, a twist of fate
Now’s not the time to hesitate

I’ve been a beggar, I’ve worn a crown
I’ve seen a sunrise skip along the ground
I’ve flipped the tables, I’ve changed the terms
I’ve tried every method but I can’t heal the burns