Eleven

I think everybody wants to be somebody else sometimes

I've seen that's not unique to me

But I've been lying to myself

And I am realizing I'll catch on eventually and see

I don't show my cards until I'm totally sure

When I'm totally sure, I don't think

When I came in I was waving a white flag

Just like I normally do

I think that might make me sound lazy

In some ways that's probably true

But the glass is not only half empty

It is chipped at the base leaking too

And when any attempt at explaining

Will come out sounding like an excuse

What else can I say?

We're like a sitcom that was cancelled mid season

In a small lull in the plot line

Just ended without a reason

Though the lack of resolution

Leaves some matters unresolved

The only real surprise to anybody who's involved

Was that we made it past the pilot at all

When I came in I was waving a white flag

Just like I normally do

I think that might make me sound lazy

On most days that's probably true

But the glass is not only half empty

It is chipped at the base leaking too

And when any attempt at explaining

Will come out sounding like an excuse

What else can I say?