If it weren't for the late nights
I'd be lost too deep in thought
About abrupt stops, big hits,
And the everlasting remembrance
Of almost love and truth.
All this change is hard to take.
All these different faces,
Meanings and places replayed.
Apparently I'm something valued...
Grasping differences abide themselves
While I reconcile bland differences
Between places; just the esoteric value
So very falsely created in vain.
I can change, I can change,
Can't do it the same.

So I pace around sometimes.
Yeah, I'm restless for a change.
Dammit, anything bigger than this
Would be just fine.
Am I so wrapped up in myself
That I can't see the beauty?
Shit, perhaps. Lazy and sloppy,
I resolve to now do what I please
And watch the fine wreck of me.