I might take my fears along
for a ride filled with remorse.
Patience ain't a cure for all,
the restless leg stepping on bruised knuckles.
Searching through an old mind that waits,
while memory tends to exaggerate.
And all the drunken glory in rented storage bins-
a fistfight with the wall but the wall always wins.
And now that I'm older I wrestle with the boredom of everything
and I wanna quit the world around me.
Think of starting over, what I'd change and what I'd bring
to a table returning the same options.