Misunderstood and unguided
Seems the path that words may take
By those who view through tilted eyes
The wrath of what is fate

Decide to move and act as one
Mix up nothing between
What's true and seen
Versus false and heard
No table there is to clean

There goes another empty beer
On another empty night
Wrapped up in heart ache
Paralyzed by fright

Turn the page, and let it fall
As though there were nothing to stop it
Which is true, it's only
You
Who
Needs to be convinced
That once your fingers release their grasp
The weight of the page
Will cause it fall like the ones before