i sit and stand
for some sort of solution
endless chatter from the past hides in small spaces
that blonde mane can create flames
and it does
in your mind
a thousand reasons why
we won't work
in mine
who knows
i've lost track of time

i was born failing
so it's easy for me to hold on
to things
even if they aren't working
i was born into something that never worked

don't you see?