Productive Deconstruction

The wall is blank and the clocks start ticking
I'm throwing colors but nothing's sticking
Too much has gone to waste
I'm starting to think that it's not worth it
Arrange my thoughts at least twenty more times
See what force I can get

It all forms from down inside
Was it worth all of my time?

I'm getting used to this place
Zoning in and out my head
Seeing it's not a race
I changed a few things that I said
I've been inside so many times, it doesn't really shift at all
Clinging on for just one more sign, so I can break the wall

In my head I'm ahead, but it's not tight
In my life I'm behind, but it's alright
Paving out my scars never stung so hard
Drifting deeper into this thought abyss
I'll say something and it could hit or miss
I'll say something like this

Caving in from every side
Looks like I'm all out of time

I'm getting trapped in this place
Zoning in and out my head
Seeing it's just a game
Playing life's puzzles instead
I've been inside so many times, I don't wanna seem like I steal
Clinging on for just one more sign so

I can tell you how I feel and I will know if this is real
Where did it all go wrong when I said so?
How can I bring it back from a standstill?
How can I bring you back if you stand still?
Creating and wasting just adds to the landfill
Burn it all away and just take it back
Now you'll find a way to get it on track

I'm getting used to this place
Zoning in and out my head
Keeping up with my pace (keepin' up, keepin' up)
I'll change what I say again
I've been inside so many times, there's nothing ever new to do
(Nothing ever new to do)
I got the sign I've been longing for and I will make my, will make my
I will make my move