Mark a jar with half the measurement
Be the stray bullet, a fly for the ointment
I’m happier now that you’re disappointed
Sometimes I’m not enough of a let-down.
When help comes around, why be the one that floats?
I thought I was beyond this phase, but I’m nowhere near
Growing less every Spring
Pared back the self that’s closest. I can’t get to know him.
Damned to half the measurement.
Same. The humour in coping
Is how we claim to have it all worked out
I mistake a same for a change.
Same old ways of coping (old ways bring out flaws we haven’t beaten)
Mistaking the same familiar person
I mistake a same for a change.
So nervous, I can’t talk to no strangers
If they see madness in my mind then it’s all I’ll have been
A jar stable enough, but only half the measurement.
