I tend to go through life crashing
like a ball from a cannon
in a bright flash of white and a roar of sound
I breeze past what's important
and tend to hurt those I love.

I tend to go through life fighting
with my words and my hands
punching out my imaginary enemies
berating those who I love
the ones who I called my friends.

I tend to go through life crying
at all the suffering we have caused
of all the things that I've done wrong
and all the nights I wish
that I was with you.

I tend to go through life walking
you might pass me on the street
I have a far away look in my eye
and my hands are clenched in fists
my mind is filled with you.