Caught under a mudslide Don't know when it began Do you hate when people love you Or do you not relate to them? How much of it's genetic How much is by the hand Do you hate when people know you Or do you know they never can? Well either way Either way you can feel it You can write your brain down and then pray someone reads it All while saying no one sees that Everyone likes to be forgiven Everyone's born to be deranged You cannot ask for what's unbidden You cannot always act your age Biting your tongue on every sentence Letting it dry out on the floor What is a life? It's not repentance Can you get what you're begging for? Frozen like a fossil This overflowing cup Do you hate when people move you Or do you wish they'd pick you up? Well either way Either way you can watch it You can pluck out your eyes and wear them in a locket Can prepare and aren't shocked when Everyone likes to be forgiven Everyone's born to be deranged You cannot teach someone to listen You cannot teach someone to change Leaving a note out on the pillow Riding your bike around the drive Watching the Sun drop through your window Waiting for night to make you tired Spending a life on other people Hoping it bleeds into yourself What is a life? It's only lethal It's drowning in mud and shouting help Maybe I've gone a tad dramatic Maybe I lost the point somewhere More what I mean is things aren't static More what I mean is that I care