I don't fight for anything until it's time for fighting things
So that means I'm a haze
Push me over see
I'm a false wall on a set stage
I'm convinced I'm a method actor
But it's like going out for sunbathing except the sun has already set
Like going out, shouting when the street is empty instead
The revolution is long over
I'm a stray dog
I'm peddling to ghosts
Always too late to the punch lines
Beating me into shapes
Halfway and half assed
Listening to track 4 again and again
Bending my Rubber Soul to the whims
All my lazy heart is only beating because it has to
My whole body is
See through
Me and the attempts to be new
Only render failing
Each day newly
I'm just boring as paint
And she probably doesn't like my colors anyway
Not when you get down to it anyway