Bullshit

Wasted my life by drafting plans that I never made happen
I'm too busy day dreaming, instead of taking action
I'm just a fool who wears his title proudly, far too stubborn to change
There's irony in knowing I'm the only thing that's in my way

So I'll pick a couple notes and string a few yarns
But my thoughts are all entangled, from my mouth it's mangled
Tell myself it's therapy, when it's really more like porn
Just something I do alone and in the dark
And when the deed is done, I always feel worse
I really shouldn't share this with anyone

I'm just trying to grow some life in my bullshit
Telling myself that I should quit
My brain is just a labyrinth with no exit to find
So I'll just shine it on and tell myself I'm fine
When I'm lost

I'm in a car without a map and the engine's blowing smoke
I am breathing in the fumes and the lines are blurring in the road
My head is getting light, but through the static of the radio
I hear a voice saying "a storm is on the way"

I keep a steady foot on the gas
I see a set of lights over the pass
The check engine light has never stopped me before
So I don't know why I'd start now
I'll carry on

I found myself inside a ditch next to the corpse of my car
Instead of seeking help, I'm staring at the stars
Singing melodies of change I have no intentions to make
I'll dust myself off, contemplate which road to take

Cause maybe there is life in my bullshit
I'm trying to find where it will fit
All these things that I make in the dark
Will find their way to the light some day