I cave in under fluorescent lights

They beam me down and I fall to my knees

It all comes in patterns, stitches, crossroads

And its hard to feel alive

Its easy to see what’s wrong with me

Its easy to see what’s wrong with me

I will disintegrate with words on Wire

More likely to shake out fists of gold

I paint proposals in records on the wall

In statues unseen from a suburb window

In hospital linoleum and chipping paint

In realizations that come when I forget my own name

Its easy to see what’s wrong with me

Its easy to see what’s wrong with me

I will disintegrate with words on Wire

More likely to shake out fists of gold

I hang up paintings of a life untold

One that I dreamed of as a child

I walk in this forest still to see

If my tree tangles with bitter company

My words are coming out now

Breaking in patterns with spiked confidence

At the peak is where I wish to stay

Without fading on a dismal day

Its easy to see what’s wrong with me

Its easy to see what’s wrong with me

I will disintegrate with words on Wire

More likely to shake out fists of gold