Love Song For Mediocrity

I tried to know
Trespass upon the hills of growth
Tried to steal
Everything I could
In the land beyond the real
For how could I
Make my way beyond
Shadows of the night
Staying through days
With my knowledge locked away
Upon the verse
A tired love song
For the man cursed at birth
To die upon the wood;
Maybe that's where it all comes from
That which makes me come undone.

I tried to show
With a big side of blessing
And just a little bit of the know
You too could grow
But my bed's too full of weeds
Not enough roses there did seed
For how could they
Even though I know the best they tried
Sometimes I wish a little they'd danced
And lied;
And maybe that's where it all comes from
The reason why I come undone.

Just behind every fight
My eyes grow a little more tired
From the secrets I keep inside
As all the little things I thought that mattered
Won't help to pay the bills
To get me ahead in life
For survival and manners aside
It's all about selling the rights
(And I 'aint talkin' about the Saturday night fights);
Maybe that's where it all comes from
The reason why it all comes undone.

I tried to know
Trespass upon the hills of growth
Tried to show
Even in this state of being
Possibility's all one needs for reason
And that's gettin' hard to believe in
Just like he died for my sins
When shadows of the night
Follow me through days
Leaving me to languish on the contributory vine
Wilted
In the reality of subsistence...
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