The Interim

I'm blaming foolishness on
Lunchtime bottle pulls, it's time to make some headway

On getting this head straight

Being hardheaded is an understatement
And I'll never understand feeling complacent
I will see you there
Succumbing to your evil ways

Demonizing
Everything

Here I lie, under this bus
Will you rub my name in dirt?
Will you make it hurt?

Dove in head first to empty promises
Accusations run rampant around here
Pointing fingers, passing bucks
Testing limits of sleep habits
How little can one get before their body breaks?

These eyes, now dimly lit
They harness all this shit that I'm feeling
And it's only for the interim, that's what I'm thinking