Left Of The Dial Rusting On Your Laurels
I've rusted through to the bottom
Corroded and smug
Try to shake the
Bugs from their rugs
A dark and dusty task
If I could squeeze a little between the ears
Because I could a little alleviation
When it comes to self-preservation
Can't I?
Ambition equally stubborn
The trophies I've won
Are weighing on me
Keep pushing on
Or be buried in the past
I just need a little ink on the gears
Because I could use a little sleep deprivation
When it comes to self motivation
Can't I?
I know I can
I trust my hands
I know I can
I know I can
I know that complacency
I know I can
Is a vast echoed vacancy
I
Know
I
Can
