veracity

I'll always be right and I'll always be left

can't wrap my mind around my own concepts

you'll always be wrong but I'll drag you along

I'm not mysterious, I'm delirious

there's no air down here where I am, so I'll breathe through you

fill up your lungs with something new

just don't mistake my sarcasm for truth

I'll make a joke, you'll laugh- ha ha- but it's really not funny

I'll find a cloud in the sky no matter how sunny

you say you get me and you understand

but I've got a million problems and half aren't my own

I'll leave you outside and not throw you a bone

til its too late- I've made a mistake, I'm all alone

I want you back, can't take this heart attack

but you're gone and I'm wrong, and I won't admit it

so here in my wallowing ways I will stubbornly sit

I'll kick up the dust as things start rust

anything from the past to spark up a clash and break up the silence

memories and nostalgia make a great crutch

but it's a translucent dream and neither of us can get much sleep

you've turned your back on me, walked far down that trail

followed those marks that they all left before you

and surely leaving your own for those yet to come

burning them into my entity

so don't tell me you'll stay, don't rest a foot on my welcome mat

save us both the pain of playing my game

there's much to be lost but nothing to gain

I'll pull you in then push you away

then beg for you back amidst the disarray

I'll be fine, don't you worry about me

that's a lie, but I've been here before; it's a familiar chore

cleaning up the shattered pieces of this revolving door

and this is all that's in store

everything's still spinning, I'm dizzy and down on my knees

so, please, if there's anything left to save, let it be your words.

you've jumped over the hedge, seen that I'm on a ledge

it's too much for you to handle, and I can't really blame you

now here comes the heartbreak and confusion

I told you my jokes weren't really that funny

welcome to rock bottom, I don't hear you laughing now

nothing shines as bright as it did on the surface, does it?

so go ahead and call me cold, indecisive, and heartless

I've heard it all before, and I won't deny it

I saw you leaving as soon as you walked in the door

I'm tired of being right and I'm tired of being left.

but it's hard to keep on going once you run out of directions.

.....I'm stuck.