simple things like negative numbers and possibilities boring pin hole leaks that will sink this ship repeatedly in other ways it s convinced me these stable days are death rattles of ambition and my own self loathing and on the world turns anna marie your just a slew of destructive tendency a cleric to a drink based religion where your focus is week to week idle hands and map making explicit plans a learned anxiety from all those lonely nights your father stole you dignity and on the world turns were failing to see the forest through the trees and the sirens are deafening i m cutting my teeth on a newly formed sense of co dependency don t lie its been nothing but late night phone calls pointless little expected talks a nostalgic script of what we re not where i spend more time suppressing evidence for cutting ties and ending all of this outright instead of forcing out any progressive dialogue don t be so lonely falling snow paints the sidewalks frigid bones a paradox to the boiling mess i m tossing out my throat idle hands and map making stagnant plans a learned anxiety from all those sleepless nights i spent writing songs there you go again counting all the reasons you can try and cut me down i wish i could act so proud but the fact is i ve got both feet on the ground and you don t think about what you re saying the truth of the matter is you think more than act a dismal little pessimist with an attitude to match so stand on your podium scoff out big words like your the only one on planet earth thats read a book before but i know deep down you re as guilty as ever whether its drugs booze and cigarettes or the nights you chose me instead i ve spent my days throwing stones from a glass house perched on a cliff when the foundation slowly erodes i ll sight that i m sinking towards the rocks down below