Practice

Tell me, what are these things you hear me scream to no avail?

as im stranded out at sea, motionless, with no sail?

with no way to get home

and every way to break through

I've been in a makeshift parade to

Make sure we make due

There's clearly a reason you never write songs about you

It's because if you're gonna sing about it then it damn sure better be true

and since you don't the first thing

about knowing your innermost pain

you just blow up your first name

in lights

and choke on this little bit of fame

which is nice

because thats all you ever wanted

when you first heard your own voice

recorded playing back

with members of your church singing praise

you were addicted to that

so far be it from me to try to condemn you

just because i was haunted by art one day and to this day it continues

just because i can see what i think you think you see

but in a more expansive venue

not with regard to number of seats;

those numbers concern you

but with regard to the quality of my feats:

loving what i live for and not having to pretend to

sorry to preach

but your convalescence is stifling to see

to say the least

i really think you have a need to be re-teached

and i may need to learn verb tenses

but certain things are more important

like keeping the earth underneath your feet

Swing for the fences

and earn your keep

thanks for proving me right

it really makes it easy

I see society's really done a number on you

you try to put it in a function and wonder when it'll stop repeating

Foresight never really was your thing...