I struggle with the living
Give out about time to get
I know there's something missing
I've narrowed it down to this

Upended world of reasoning
Where I keep seasoning the why
In this constant spin of struggling
I barely try to just get by

It behooves a man perfection
In the middle of a yawn
Somewhere deep there is a lesson
In this mix of right and wrong

Is this the end of the beginning
Or beginning of the end
As I barely try to just get by
In this constant spin of struggling

The only time I find to exercise
Is when I'm in mid-shrug
I also find I'm afraid of heights
So I don't try to climb that much

I can sign the dotted line
I'm not that tight with do or die
In this constant spin of struggling
I barely try to just get by