FitYourLifeIntoAGrid

Fit Your Life Into A Grid - Their

Cynical and bright

A tad unkind a part uptight

But not too rude

A mostly focused mind

I'll let you throw me in the deep

And watch me sink

I start to think of what I know

And expect the worst this time

Well alright

My mother's son is calloused

With youthful catatonic fear

Of something without balance

This almost killed me once this year

I coughed up so much blood

A new tradition

Some ammunition

Well what if I should drown

Who would drag me out

Fit your life into a grid

Then wait for the dead to forget

Breathing for nothing

Sell your soul and nothing

Cynical and bright

A tad unkind a part uptight

But what's the use

A most unfocused mind

So determined this time

Memory of being 8 years old

And I was all alone

Clothes soaked in chlorine

Embarrassed of my childhood results

As an adult denying everything

Mother's son is calloused

Unbridled and tenacious fear

Of something without balance

It almost killed me twice that year

I coughed up so much blood

A new condition

Some ammunition

What if I should drown

Would you drag me out