Something to Prove

Hey, what's so wrong with desire
I don't get it
Won't admit it
I deny you explicitly
Hey, I've been wrong before
Lost to forces and metaphors
I thought were true
I needed proof
Was so confused
Hasty but moderate, I live in spite of it all
To despise, to despise how you write me off

And it feels like I've got something to prove
Let me wrestle with the truth
The gods above have their plans
But Goddammit I do too

Fuck you and your second place
I am no race horse
Though I've been known to run in circles
Better alone than with the wrong goals
I am more the action than I am the idea
While you do nothing in the service of fears
That are hollow and temporary
I will destroy myself without end
I will flounder about
Like the glorious idiot you could never be

And it feels like I've got something to prove
Let me wrestle with the truth
The gods above have their plans
But Goddammit I do too



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Writer(s): Eric White
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