I'm the margins, I'm the gutter in a book
I am the white space, I am easily overlooked
Feeling unnecessary, feeling like I'm left behind
A crumpled piece of paper, a dead man's alibi

Have I reached that certain age
When I finally disappear
Have we grown tired of our toys
Are we running out of tears

We might barely scratch the surface
But the surface still fights back
Believing we're the stars
Not the static in the soundtrack

Bend and then we break
There's no exceptions to the rule
Our fears won't be forgotten
Unless we find ourselves unschooled

The tenderness of breathing
Complications of the mind
Hoping we're the mythos
Not the ones they leave behind


We'll be alright if we agree what we won't see
Nothing's worse here than the truth
Let's revise our history

We'll be alright if our facts and fictions hold
Nothing's worse here than the truth
Let's keep buying what we're sold told
Let's keep wearing our blindfolds

You are the stick pin, you are choir
Hands are off the wheel, no thinking required
A southern loss upon the cross, a narrow line to walk
A government companion, another wounded war hawk

I'm science fact, I'm bible fiction

I'm the stuttered start, I'm the misplaced
I am the irritant, I am an acquired taste
Repeating this existence adds a weight upon a heart
A miscreant with hyper scent, a story torn apart

A shutdown for the liars
And the Bible matinees
Automatons beat vagabonds
Doing what they say

Terror from our own
Burning stupid fires
Stained glass is a class act
For the morally expired

By the time you think you found me
I am already gone