Strung Out - Baltimore

I’m agonizing over every line

Trying to appease an overworked mind

I know what this stands for

But I can’t find the words

Toss and turn

For fucking hours

Not in my bed but in my head

I’m victim to

My own rue

There’s no other way to say

I can’t hold a candle to you

But I never wanted to

It’s not enough for us

To live vicarious

I’m giving up on giving in

I won’t settle for what I’ve been

I want to say what I need to say

Am I wasting my life away

Toss and turn

Yet again

Not in my bed but in my head

I’ve been here before

Believing I’m better dead

I’m an open book

Articulate

I’m not fluent with

What I communicate

Call me shy or hesitant

But I’m reluctant to fade away

What will I have to show when the clock expires

and I leave behind what matters most

I’m a painter painting with broken hands

A victim to my own demands

I can’t hold a candle to you

But I never wanted to

It’s not enough for us

To live vicarious

I’m giving up on giving in

I won’t settle for what I’ve been

I want to say what I need to say

Am I wasting my life away