I wonder when I got so delicate
So tightly wound, with narrow threads
More concerned with means than ends
Tending to where my attention's lent
And minding posture over posturing
Please excuse the preaching
Or the poison in my voice
I gotta shout above the noise
Hey you!
Give yourself a little credit
Spend it on a weekday's worth of whatever's left
After you subtract what you want to want less
What's reminding you it's not a choice?