Aging In Rythm

The truth is I'm having a little trouble
Deciding between the prize and money
And it's not like its any easier
With all these people hanging on my next word
In a look not made like this mood

I saw it clearly
But I didn't know it was you
Once famous for leaving
My small brained body

Fell into the greatness of a bad joke
Still meaning, in ruthless relevance
What I had meant to suddenly start knowing
They themselves don't have an exuse

For what they're doing
Just to barely fill their own shoes
So if you notice
That I look like shit for a week
Don't even worry
This is just how I wear my clothes
When I'm not

Intrigued by first impressions
Or swayed by cold rejections
My brain makes castles from sand
But I just do all I can