Why is it I keep coming around
I'm looking for reasons to detest you
Artifacts of all the faults I've found
I'm mining reasons to resent you
Digging for all the lies you've told
And the ways that you deceive me
But I keep chipping into fool's gold
Every time that you appease me
I've spent my whole life wondering who's to blame
Why I can't make gold from hay
Like I'm some kind of charlatan denyin' the verdict
That I live within earthly constraints
I am human; I'm not a saint
Sand chews at the soles of my shoes
I wonder who's at fault; why am I stuck here
The wind howls at my soul it subdued
Will I ever seek brighter hemispheres
I load salt in my blood to preserve my brain
The cargo's well-worth the freight toll
I look forward to better days
My mood shifts from hateful to grateful
I've spent my whole life wondering who's to blame
Why I never won shell games
Got lured into the trap like a dunce wearing a cap
Maybe some day, I'll trace the route
Maybe, but I have my doubts
Spent my whole life wondering who's to blame
Why I can't rewind the days
I got a complex that cannot be suppressed
Maybe some day I'll reconcile
My good intentions and my guile