Anti - Hero

I washed out all my energy on splitting hairs Pushed myself to reinvent what maybe wasn't there To identify a common thread 'Fore I cross the line Just to pass the test Such a funny thing to be the anti-hero One pint in, barrier down Spilling to a friend I make a fist, guilt on the brow 'Is it me or them?' Such an angular choreography That I stumble through, trying to find my feet Put your hands together for the anti-hero And the pendulum swinging overhead Carries all the weight of the words I've said Could somebody ever love an anti-hero?