DIAL

I only wanna leave my head behind

Its too spent

And I every time I open up my mouth

Its useless

I get caught up in trials

The tribulations turn the dials

The easy goers play the same old game

And complain

Id rather hide away in new terrain

And get strange

Selective company

Good thinkings easier to proceed

If theres a middle ground where we can drown

Ill be there

But otherwise I'm still

I happily decline

Look back at how I've spent my time

Anticipation is through

Theres nothing left to consume

All of the pages confuse

I feel unknown

Let me go home

Down on the ground its amplified

with lights and labels

But in the air its tilting left and right

Unstable

The privacy's consumed

The public's siphoning the fumes

Indefinitely only hurts if its complacent

Im throwing out the motivation

I'm replacing

I cant turn on the jets

Im disconnected

End on red

Anticipation is through

Theres nothing left to consume

All of the pages confuse

I feel unknown

Let me go home