Cold Shut

I'm running out of time, I still got so much left to do
I want to live it right and try to give the world its due
I can't be hiding here forever prone to misconstrue
The patterns of the dust across my room

I have a bloody ear cause I've been trying way too hard
To reach the atmosphere by ripping these four walls apart
I have a crumpled piece of paper squeezed into my palm
One day I'll fill it with witty remarks

I miss the light, oh I miss the night
I lost track of time jacking off and playing checkers with my-
Selfless dumb and bored I look for open doors
I only need a try
Just a little push and I'll be gone

I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul's too young but I'm growing old
And I've been here a while
Waiting for an open door

I'm cliché harmonies, I am the writings on the wall
I'm "blatant" and "oblique" combined with words like "not at all"
Here's to the fools who all endeavor to be at life's beck and call
Pride is just pro forma after all

And keeping score makes it clear as day there's more
And the records of results of the self-evals will stand the test of time
But hear me out: There are better times for doubt
I'm taking back what's mine to keep me company when I am gone

I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul's too young but I'm growing old
And I've been here a while
Waiting for an open door

Outside the hills are stretching on for miles
A solemn heart will take them all in style
I'll stop to screech at every open mic
And keep on going till I'm ostracized
My common senses will be frail and sore
But better have pathed the way to shore
Strike the "the" that has been tagged to "score"
Which someone said we had to answer for

If someone has my file
Set that shit on fire
Mirror, close these blunt and bloodshot eyes!
Count to ten and I'll be gone

I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul's too young but I'm growing old
And I've been here a while
Waiting for an open door

I want it all the rush and the gold
To buy off my anxieties in bulk
My soul's too young but I'm growing old
And I've been here a while
Safe in denial
Waiting for a slight creak from my door