My life is at a fork in the road
Boxed in, use a box knife to open my soul
The little spoon to my own need to control
Wrote this with alphabet soup in a bowl
To the people that support me, bless you
To the people that thwart me, bless you
Because of both people, I am more me, less you
I apologize for this boring tempo
The type you can heal with
I type this hoping that you can feel it
I’m moping and mopping tears
Not coping by copping beers
I’m nice with the pen
But sometimes I feel like Lenny from Of Mice and Men
And everyone is George a pretend nice friend
Eyes behind my head for what comes in the end