Have I lost it, have I lost it Or have I just bought in To the bullsh** The mirrors The smoke I traced back To the faucet Leaking Into the sink covered in hair. Oh I see what you did there You cut off your cares, God it’s so freeing, Time isn’t fleeting. It’s pause and politeness, It’s judge and be triteness. Your sensitivity and s**, Your rules and respect, I haven’t seen you follow any of it since two god damn years ago, You got bored, you got tired, you gave up on filing Who pissed you off and who won you over. This is a fashion, this is a formula, This is contrasting colors in October, You can’t go against the grain If there’s no natural wood. My friends all think I’m crying wolf. You got caught up in the concept And oh that’s never good. (I want to be happy, but I’m better when I’m mad) So we make our own monuments Out of our favorite bridges and buildings. The old ones were boring, They didn’t mean anything to us. I know it seems so immature, All these questions I want answers for, But I can’t put faith into anything I can’t physically touch. I want to be happy But I’m holding myself back But a love handles And it holds back.