The Book of Muscle

I've been spreading myself thin again, and
Very little is getting
The attention it fully deserves
There are several causes for this
Strain, half the time
Half the time, half the time
I'm a doing my best
To arrange their conclusion; but how
How effective can half mast truly be?
How about we brood a little more?
Every time my mind wanders
I sink a little further
Scratch that scab, scratch that scab
That I'd so dearly wished would
Just become a scar
I suppose it's those figurative bats that
Keep swinging
At my head

It's a long road that's been chasing me
While that knife's so deep in my brain
It's a long road that's been chasing me
While that knife's so deep in my brain

How about we brood a little more?
Every time my mind wanders
I sink a little further
Scratch that scab, scratch that scab
That I'd so dearly wished would
Just become a scar
I suppose it's those figurative bats that
Keep swinging
At my head
That's preventing my escape

But I'll swing a little harder
I'll run a little faster
I've got the tools; I just need to use them
Oh I just need to use
Oh I just need to use

It's a long road that's been chasing me
While that knife's so deep in my brain
It's a long road that's been chasing me
While that knife's so deep in my
Brain



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Alexander Matthewson
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