Such minimal and worthless things I get myself into. 
I get myself in two. 
And paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscape that sinks me down to a level much lower than that 
of an angry kid with loaded words and too many silences. 
And I am looking back on these past few years I've led myself on. 
To think I'm better than this. I can't be better than this. 
Say what you wanted to say; The glory days have worn away. 
Stranded; we aren't the hopeless. 
We've got it figured out or so it may seem, maybe I just need some sleep.