Permanent solutions to temporary problems are not the answer
When everything is changing it will seem nothing is staying the same
Maybe it’s my perspective that is skewed
Or maybe it’s all leaning like Pisa
As vertigo sets in and I run down the funhouse hall screaming
I’m reminded that you can check in anytime you like but you can’t ever leave
Trapped in self made shackles I can’t find the key
Searching forever doomed to keep searching
I can’t find the right combination because I’m a key and should be locked up
When will I find my way out
Running into padded walls I still get concussions
My head is broken and I’ve lost the duct tape
So much for having an open mind Maybe I should have been more picky
I stumble upon my chopsticks but am allergic to the ending