I try to keep a sense of humor
keep both sides in view
but I have always been a runner
escaping me and racing you

My truth burns in my throat
its urgency accumulated
but these are just assembled thoughts
and they were born disintegrated

can I even lie?
I find that when I try
My outsides reflect the secret reasons why and
I can't hide, I can't hide

because my ride blindly guides me back
there to where I reside inside
where I collide with my intention,
back at the beginning
I see through my own inventions

till the shame comes and leaves
me grinning, all this sinning
just fuels the thinning
of the woods between my mind and I
and that's the point
thats why I have to hurt this time

I strive for balance like a war in God's name
praising habitual risks and
taking pride in taking blame
and then I turn around
reverse the contents of my frame
till I can only see myself as guilty
in these ugly games
but it's the same
sunshine or rain
the whether is weathering me
with its change

I try to keep a sense of humor
grasp and seek and strain
to count the sands of time
touch each and every grain
but this life isn't something I can do
with my brain,
so take my symbols, they're insane
but they could wash you off like rain
or give you even sweeter pain
than flame

It's all the same