The cinderblocks on my foundation
Slowly crumbled into the next door subway
station
I watched the train slowly shatter every remain
Spent all this time up until this point
playing Jenga with the future of my life
Suddenly my finger slipped and I saw it all give
way.
I'm a bystander in a tragedy that I've made
My politics are the same, but the environments
changed...It Changed
So how do you recover and build a bridge that
's really meant to crumble
How do you overcome, self-annihilation
And become the man that you're supposed to
be
Build an Adobe out of a shit heap
That's too hot to touch, and I can smell the
jalepeno in this batch
It's always changing again.