Looking into the mirror my drawing seems so much better
Breathing seems to create my paper
Finger pencils inspiration in this moisture
Not a wise endevour
Too late and now Im in the mood for direct attention
Not a wise endevour
All the exits severed
In sarcasms gloom.

In the room safe and sound
Hand comes down, bare flesh is touching me
Sound emits I turn around
No one there, who could this be?
Got to turn, got a job now to check it out
Maybe its me, another personality?
Time to bring this up several times and then again
Time to suck this up like a shake, like a day job.

Couldnt find you
Besides your turned low
Cannot see, cannot feel, cannot be real

Chewed down on my tongue
Spending time with my own reflection

Taken all the signs
Taken all the signs
To my correction, the wrong direction Ill run out of time
Wont leave till Im done (Closures so much better)

Looking into the picture, it seems faded from the mirror
Saw him smiling something wicked
Feeling so weighted down so that skin I shed
Not a wise endevour
Too late and now Im in the mood for direct attention
Staring at each other
in a war made for two,
Couldnt wish it better
In this closed off room taking a time out and for my sake settle down