Left to devices I might topple off my podium
My cranium is swelling, my vocabulary very telling
Wary of reflections I may see in those before me
Never utter we, my solitary breath is very heavy

Wallow in self pity so romantic
Intrinsically cathartic as I’m living out a classic
Pain threshold test on candlesticks
Burning at both ends as I descend into resentment
Of my friends and fail to comprehend what I have penned

Witness now dramatic hyperbolic bullshit
As I write around my demographic
With empathic tendencies for self destruction
Coupled with my typical frustration with a lack of recognition,
For my protection?
My throat I’m gripping

Good at admitting
But then committing?
Tend just to listen
Ignore the lesson
This repetition is beginning dragging me down
An echoing sound, of last time coming around
Whimpered plea, familiar voice, oh it's me
Perhaps I need a leg up
I should just interrupt
With hands extended, forced smile
Haven’t reached out in a while

I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while

I see the lessons, self taught
Between two sides I fought
Rummage for the feelings that I ought to feel
So I thought, I steal glances at others
Prancing emotions around with a commotion
And dull my own with a potion again
So I thought
Now I realise I just drowned in the melting pot
Of upbringings and social folds
Scold my image for acting bold
Enough to feel human
And not conceal, told myself
“Act this way, too old”
How, you say? Truth be told
I feel a little better but still a vendetta to the
Dramatic, I’m problematic
Because, I haven’t reached out in a while

I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while

Now watch me listen, while I’m twitching
Eyes fidget for a distraction
I’m retracting any consolation with my actions
Basing wisdom on the turmoil I created
Now I’m chasing down the chaos
And I’m waiting for the day when I don’t get my way
And I can complain
Or finally say
You don’t understand my pain
I’ll turn away
And wipe a tear till then until I recognize that I don’t
Have to justify my feelings with comparisons or ransoms
Just answers
Throw fewer tantrums
I’m feeling candid
Take the power as I’m sick of acting with abandon
Time to put this shit into practice but
I haven’t reached out in a while

I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while
I haven’t reached out in a while...