Lonely Nest
The lines arrive as gifts
From foreign territories in my mind
If my pencil ever lifts
Then the rest is left for me to find
And it all grinds to a halt
States that frustrates my thoughts usurp
Impatience is my fault
Don't squeeze the bird to make it chirp
Nothing good comes by force
Trust is what I need
To let it takes it's course
And soon I shall be freed of this lonely nest
I want the ball to roll
But my will just keeps me down
If I don't seize control
Then perhaps I'll cease to drown
I thought I went alone
But my ego's on the trip
No matter how far I've flown it seems to hold it's grip
You can go away and leave
But you can't take off your cape
Whichever way you weave
There's no way to escape this lonely nest
This lonely nest
The staff can barely stand
And the boss is in a race
He puts a pencil in my hand
And a paper in my face
Warding off the pressure
Just can't seem to keep up
The medicine won't measure
Cause there's a hole in the cup
I used to call it solitude
But that's not what I lack
I gave away my attitude
And now I want it back
Far too close to home
That was my excuse
If all roads lead to roam
Then tell me what's the use of this lonely nest
This lonely nest
From foreign territories in my mind
If my pencil ever lifts
Then the rest is left for me to find
And it all grinds to a halt
States that frustrates my thoughts usurp
Impatience is my fault
Don't squeeze the bird to make it chirp
Nothing good comes by force
Trust is what I need
To let it takes it's course
And soon I shall be freed of this lonely nest
I want the ball to roll
But my will just keeps me down
If I don't seize control
Then perhaps I'll cease to drown
I thought I went alone
But my ego's on the trip
No matter how far I've flown it seems to hold it's grip
You can go away and leave
But you can't take off your cape
Whichever way you weave
There's no way to escape this lonely nest
This lonely nest
The staff can barely stand
And the boss is in a race
He puts a pencil in my hand
And a paper in my face
Warding off the pressure
Just can't seem to keep up
The medicine won't measure
Cause there's a hole in the cup
I used to call it solitude
But that's not what I lack
I gave away my attitude
And now I want it back
Far too close to home
That was my excuse
If all roads lead to roam
Then tell me what's the use of this lonely nest
This lonely nest
Credits
Writer(s): Boris Katzmarzyk
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