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It'll Kill Me Eventually
I can pass for a man
I can punch you in the face
and guaranteed, you'd feel it
I can scream with the best of them
I can break a few bits of anything
and I'll just as soon evacuate when needed
That doesn't change a single stupid fact
That I've got no more than that,
a fist, some teeth and my own two feet
I'm nobody special and I've got to accept that
I do things wrong and I just can't take it
I split into pieces and just sit in the dust
For hours I could be angry and just as soon forget
But I'll be frustrated for the rest of my life
You can run your fingers through my hair and I'm liquid
You could strike me down below and I'd be blinded
But more than half the time life feels so painted on
Beautiful things rust down to bull shit in retrospect
Things keep on marching and the world just gets uglier
What's undone will be complete before dawn or sooner
And nothing promised is delivered when all comes down to it
Stories aren't happy and nobody ever seems to let them die
When the book closes another one's there to follow it up
And oh no I've completely lost track of myself again
I'll just keep piling everything upon myself, and if I do?
I won't have to hate the rest of you so damn much.
