I Am A Malcontent

You are no comedian
Your scene is not a joke
The message left intact until you spoke
Scribbled down on tattered linen then moved to a glass display
'Til you cracked the case, snatched it and ran away

The kids in their bedrooms are screaming
We're old enough now
To reclaim a conscience clear
We have to start somehow

Let them be
The sentiment is lost on all but me

Causе unknown
A sense of loss makes mе feel less alone

Days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent, yeah

The time has come to come to terms with all the things you've done
The guilt and anger you try and outrun
Spend your nights having pillow talk with a bottle on your floor
But the dialog just leaves you wanting more

You cradle your booze like a baby
Grieve identity lost
Trade card words for spitting fire
Ignorance your favorite desire

Still I go
In search for answers I may never know
Still I find
This train of search helps me sleep through the night
An uphill battle's still a fight

Days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent, yeah

And I would rather drown
Than end up like you now