Feeding the starved opportunist on a steady diet of fingernails and surrounding skin;

Just enough to keep him quiet

I know i'm a little bit strange

But I’ll keep quiet and you don't have to say anything and this typhoon of bumbling ineptitude might deflate to just a gust in this room

I'm getting better at leaving

I’m a familiar sound in a colloquial din

I am a compromise

Everything's on loan we are interim