Upset your boss ‘cause they interpreted your tone wrong

Far too many semicolons and you went long

The words were good

But can’t argue they were a bit flawed

You packed your shit up in a huff and went a bit broad

And that’s the thing:

You build trust but it doesn’t exist

A common theme across all of your relationships

It well might plague your brain

Until the day that you dare

To quit flicking your Bic and then cursing the glare

Sit and stare. Master rationalizer

Send a flare, please, through the air

Screams master rationalizеr

Please divert. Wе’re dying here

You had a dream that you’d grow old

And be the envy of your hometown

You had that dream at six years old

Nobody asked you why, or what, or how

And at some point, ‘round junior high, decided

I can course correct and steer [which was correct] away

Away, away from there

A grown adult somewhere went back, bringing us right here

So, we’re clear

Master rationalizer

Pull the seer please, bring her near

‘cause the master rationalizer’s got some stuff

He doesn’t want to hear but really needs to hear

The dogs a-shaking ‘cause he don’t want you to leave

Nevermind the afternoon. It’s all alright with me

The grounds a-quaking

Making waves beneath your feet

If you don’t lean into the beams

You’re bound to eat shit in the street

If all this was worth it, if all this was working

If it all came out perfect, would searching besmirch

An otherwise solid reputation;

Front-facing facade to the public?

Does that even matter? Does that even make sense?

Or are we just circling again?