Seams and Stitches - With the Punches

I’ve lost another year

Debating if my time would ever come

Clocking in, clocking out

As the youth slid off my face

Nothing goes the way we plan

Betrayed by hope and circumstance

The smarter moves we should have made

I guess we gave ourselves away too fast

The two things I’ve learned to not believe in

Are the fear hell and waiting for good luck

And it’s not that I’m jaded

But I can’t keep lying to myself

For the sake of appearances

And it’s not just to save face

At the end of the day I’m still standing here

But what else can I do

How did I lose my direction

When did this become such an ugly place

Guess I shouldn’t be surprised

I’m always late for everything

Feels my guts rotting out

And spilling on the floor

Passed off enough lies as answers

So heres your bright caution sign

Stop and think about how much time we spend

Waiting for stoplights to change

Timelines and dollar signs to rearrange

And make our point of view