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Left Hand at the Center of Attention
Early this week
I dropped from my sheets
Things ablaze, two in the afternoon
Wandering from room to room
Things were blurry and set aside
Every body at rest sat bolt upright
It was getting so late,
and I couldn't stand up straight
The nights are hectic
The days taste hollow
Worries so bitter and hard to swallow
I haven't felt like myself
Not for days upon days
Skin's been cracking away
I've just woken up and the sun already falls
My thoughts force me to stir at the sight of it all
Insomnia doesn't describe,
a lack of pride in the way that I lie
Three to five taps, one click and one slam
I'll follow a pattern until I learn who I am
I'm awake and I'm learning and I'm turning around
I'll pretend to be concerned while I'm breaking new ground
And as we come to a close I'm left to question why
Yet sadly I'm departing, my train's off the tracks
And you're just adding to the two ton weight on my back.
