Weathered

Spiteful in posture
Yet you still give me your best attempt
Temptress get me off my high horse
But I'm full of shit
But I can see you're covered in it

I'd hate to lie and break character
An enmity of flaws to charge you with
Go on and on
I can hold a straight face for way too long
You're all alone and it's hard to tell
If you have any acknowledgment

Tangled in the foundation of your work
No pity, no cry for help
A distant mutter, a distant yell
Nothing will change the fact
I'm sorry
Left with the very thing you cant live without
So keep on talking to the blank walls
Keep writing under dark clouds
Your good intuition will leave you nothing but hate

So keep with the times
It's too dangerous to fall behind
Left with an overwhelming framework
And no way to rebuild the walls
So tangled in the foundation of your work
Keep writing under dark clouds.

So keep talking to the blank walls
Keep writing under dark clouds

Pour it on, sugar coated smiles
Go along the incandescent play
So strifed with wit, an overdose
You're the jester, I'm the king