I Live With A Brain That Knows How To Weather

The Constant Barrage Of Putting Together

A Picture Of Me I'm Sure You Will Miss



I Think From A Place That's Long Been Detached

The Center Of Gravity That Circles My Path

Will Draw You In Too If You Try To Resist



The Order Of Detail Floods My Life

Like A Marionette To Sadness

I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me



It Strings Me Along Leaving Time

To Let Me Pretend I Can't See

There's Always Been Someone I'd Rather Be



I Need Razor Straight Lines

Marching In Time

Clearly Marked Stop Signs

And Thoughts To Call Mine



A Beginning An End

A Pattern To Follow

Time To Prepare

I Am Almost There



I Am Not Quiet

I Choose Not To Talk

I'm Afraid Of Myself And Of You

Your Terrible Plans

And The Conclusions I Have Been Led To

The Ones I Can't Undo



The Order Of Detail Floods My Life

Like A Marionette To Sadness

I Hang By The Threads That Cut Me



It Strings Me Along Leaving Time

To Let Me Pretend I Can't See

There's Always Been Someone I'd Rather Be