Specil

One moment I'm thankful, the next ungrateful
I can't stop listening if my neighbor is
Who's got the keys? Who's in the driver's seat?
Cause this ain't the route I chose to go get me up off this street

Driven by impulse, haunted by shame
Ear to the wall, in the closet I came
Well I tried, but the voices had left
So I stood there with my pants down, I must have gone

Every night it's the same routine
The noises verberate, I'm imagining things
The blood begins to pump, you know the places to check
Attentive, focused, but all I hear is my breath

Give it a rest, and get back to work
No results for over a fucking year
So much time just dumped down the drain
In pursuit of abnormal behaviors taken over my brain

I used to be annoyed when an opening would appear
And the passion between two bodies penetrated my ear
But then I came to my senses
Put the focus up on came, that's where the emphasis is

I would come home at night
Dark room, window open, the conditions were right
I would go about my business, ear to the wind
Fingers crossed, steady listen, hoping to hit

But it didn't, it must be hell I live in
Cause I squandered 2 hours on someone else's television
Yes, it's an addiction
This behavior is taking way more than it is giving

Yet I give in, I'm too weak to resist
I've got a little help but the problem persists
It's all good though, I know I can do it
I just got to find a reason or pursue a solution