Presence

I've been shuffling my feet and I've been battling my presence,

I've been searching for a method to start nurturing the present,

I was working on a tune to make you love me,

To make you realise I'm more than just a waste of space,

More than just some strangers eyes,

And I wound up just spitting at the mirror.

Then I spew up all my feelings,

Preach existence of my demons.

I've been shuffling my feet and I've been battling my presence,

I've been searching for a method to start nurturing the present,

I was working on a tune to make you love me,

To make you realise I'm more than just a waste of space,

More than just some strangers eyes,

And I wound up just spitting at the mirror.

Now I'll sit in silence miles away sketching up my big escape,

And I get lost when I put my shoes on then I'm fucking filled with hate,

I was working on a tune to disappear,

To make you realise I'm bigger than you thought I was and something in my father's eyes.

And I wound up just tripping on the doorframe.