Running my will down.
Boarding up the halls,
so no one comes through my mind.
I can’t stand it.
I won’t praise it.
Go through my mind,
like a skipping record.
Wherever I go,
wherever I hide.
You call to complain,
of my one track mind.
Whatever I see,
whatever I want.
Your voice echoes,
down the hall,
to my thoughts.
Wherever I sleep,
there’s no place to hide.
Are you listening?
Because I keep saying,
the same damn thing.
Can we go in reverse?
To see this through,
are we through tonight?
