You're disappointed with your life and how it works for you
You tend to make grandiose plans that always boomerang
You never thought back then that it would all turn out like this
You saw yourself on a white horse only to do the shoveling


You crawl inside of it every chance you get
Trying in vain to keep demons at bay


They shut down all your dreams, and so you just shut them out
And swallowed your escape in an ever changing world of things
A well that's tapped too often will eventually run dry
While every thirsty mouth exclaims that it has its special needs


You run away from it every chance you get
Trying to deny that it ever happened
But it creeps up on you every chance it gets
And picks the calouses you call emotions