[Littlejohn]

You say what I lack
I make up in inginuity
But that can't counteract
my mistrust or insecurities
Forgive this trite cliché
A bullet to my chest
While you feel the gun recoil
Trigger happy; still depressed

Well, this page turns to dust
and I'm still irresolute
on how I should string
these words together for you
I'll try and keep in mind
You're short attention span
and the way you try and run
from any problem that you can
Like when your parents split
and you buried yourself in books
And when you felt alone
all those perscription that you took
Maybe you don't remember
just how bad that hurt

In case you did forget
I'll take a snapshot for you,
frame it with irony,
and hang it on your wall
So when you wake up
It will be there to greet you
like a snow-capped mountain
that you misplaced in the fog

These words my be a little obscure
I'll leave them open to interpretation
I'm just struggling to find a cure
and I think it's become my new fixation
Don't pass judgement on me
I'm just trying to forget your name..

(Ugh. I'm so lame. I apologize.)