enough
you said it loud and clear
the words came tumbling out
the desperation in your voice
it won't matter if they don't want to hear it

repair
the tools are all locked up
you let them dull and rust
but now it's time you feel to
use them instead of stories you wish were true

selfish
for no one else but you
to hell with what they do
they have shown you their backs
when they disapproved of your most honest face

a list
you make it all the time
it's burned inside your mind
but you leave it there unchecked
addicted to the peace from just having it

regret
your fill has just come up
nothing to do with luck
you know better than this so
yes it feels like this is somehow all your fault

replace
something that's worth its weight
you hope it can relate
if it won't then there's no chance
of keeping both you feet attached to you shins

you need to know what you're up against
man or machine
a wall or a dream
death or a scene
a fray or a seam

a blindfolded battle
emptying the saddle
i don't have to tell you how good it can feel