I am soul, I am change, I am
You can't seem to find your garden
When days are dull you feel sullen
You don't seem to grasp this buzzing in your ears
But these days all end in the gutter
You’re hauling
In glaring neon lights you go out
And you stumble down the sidewalk
With a broken smile
I am soul, I am force
And I am all fragile components
You don’t cut like me