Wall of fog, wall of fog
I know you are near
I see you in my mind's eye and feel you stuck in my chest
Wall of fog, wall of fog
Let the clouds dissipate
Let the rivers do what they do
The waters penetrate
Wall of fog, wall of fog
I know you protect
The river carries intensity you would rather reject
But wall of fog, wall of fog
You must break
For my sake
Take a moment, sigh
And let out your rage and rain
Ululate and give me peace
So the water can more softly undulate
Pulse and bubble

I often wish to speak
But my words come out as ferocious as flames
I wish to be gentle and meek
Something just happens on the way out of my mouth
When i'm having a bad day I just can't control my tone
And I know I'm making excuses
I shouldn't moan and complain
But I have a grown-up problem
I blame myself for it
Because it's not in my nature to be mean
After all babies are born with a slate clean
But I guess life happened on my way
To make these words come out to others' dismay
Verbal throwup to make a disaster

The dusty piano of my feelings for you started playing again
One day, as I toiled to make art, the strings inside began to sing
I felt a craving to know what you thought
To show you what beautiful work my hands had wrought
Except the piano alone sounded distraught
It was a normal day for you, without even a thought of me
And it hurt so much that I wanted to share with you my glee
How embarassing! When I think that piano might be quiet again
But then it strikes up wanting someone who wouldn't want ME to be their friend
Stupid and silly is that piano
As it sounds so beautiful but plays at inopportune times

they look at me with ravenous eyes
yearning with hope for a pleasant surprise

but i simply have nothing to give
overwhelmed with the risk
because failure costs more than the prize of winning

i try to run ahead but with every step i sink further into the mud
of crud expectations and eager predictions of my future

i dont understand how i can be tired
my tries for success are trapped under the weight of emotional wires
of aspirations failed even though i keep trying harder and harder

to be better is to be in pain
im always chugging, working hard like a train
but i'm running out of coal
stumbling and falling, chasing after my fleeing goals

don't mind my jesting
it's just a little fun
playing with fire to keep you guessing
the dancing flames have a delightful burn

it's just a little fun
you see, i'm crying on the cold kitchen floor
the dancing flames have a delightful burn
until you're numb and bored and they can do something you can't

you see, i'm crying on the cold kitchen floor
i think it's just the afterparty's effects
until you're bored and they can do something you can't
we elect new people to look down on us

i think it's just the afterparty's effects
nothing's a big deal when you've been out all night
we elect new people to look down on us
thinking they'll be better and just maybe we'll be alright

i'd like to believe i can do it all
bear the weight of my world on my shoulders and still stand tall
I hate that I fall amidst the weight
I think "my problems are all too simple, why do I struggle with the weight"
Forgetting i'm human, i judge myself like an alien
Giving myself one strike because I think three is too much

But then I have a bad day and the thought comes back again
"I can't do this on my own and I need a friend"
But I hate it and i hate myself for it
Because I hate needing help
But to be strong is to be weak at times
To fall but always get back up

do you pick dandelions every day?
say "today i should be nice, today i should be cold"
never mind, caring grays my mood
how bold of you
to forget i stand on my own two feet every single day i've been alive
so ***** your flowers, your behavior has gotten old