the needle won't scratch
the song will write itself
solitude will tear away all sense
and leave you standing cold, naked, and alone
but who ever said you'd make it out there?

the simplest of thoughts caught and muddled away
smoke fills up the room and you're bound not to feel
the sharpest of arrows flying into the
twisted lonely mindless wreck you've become

the hours are fading
the walls are falling
the cardboard fort isn't enough anymore
and you're left clinging again
to your paperclips and cushions
           -you have only yourself to blame

the shadows are screaming
but oblivion blinds even the senseless
as the clocks
(so many, so many)
tick your way into insanity
and chime
(so loudly, so deafening)
closer to the barred window
through which all your dreams escape

and what will they say
when you're fading to black
and who's going to care
when the music goes unheard
and what tears will fall
when the emptiness wins

spinning and spinning
to dizzying heights
among traffic cones and sunrays
but when the beat has been reduced to ashes
and everything it ever meant slips into the night
the self-righteous discipline will give way
and you'll never have to breathe in again

(so pointless, so true)

(so you)