The nerve travels its way through me in a crooked line
The air is dry and blistering from a smokeless fire
Our up and down are the same
The whole is past and aging out, this present's tense
A look in the mirror sees chunks of squares, I'm brutalist
These edges are a frame
Our new is old again
My ears are ringing loudly
My eyes are blinding me
My breath is dense, words a mess, my stomach aches, I've lost the taste
The problem is me
We freeze bodies, no sudden moves, a clay carving
No twist or turn despite the time recycling
When day goes into night
My ears are ringing loudly
My eyes are blinding me
My breath is dense, words a mess, my stomach aches, I've lost the taste
The problem is me
I am flipped out, you are way past doubt
I am trying to reach, you find it hard to believe
I have failed again, you are just better than I am
I am the problem, you are a reaction
The problem, a reaction, the problem, a reaction
I need to go searching
For me before breaking
The date, the place, my clothes, my face, the time of day I lost my way
The problem is me