Columbia

Everything’s connected intertwined and so it seems

As I climb the biggest mountain I think back to Seventeen

When I couldn’t stay inside

And I couldn’t stay awake

Not alive enough to make it out but too restless to stay

And maybe there’s a reason I’m still standing locked in frame

The centerpiece of artistry or muse of his disdain

Or that’s just what I’ll tell myself to take away the pain

But in the end who really cares

Nothing to lose and less to gain

I keep my jaw clenched so tight locked into nervous position

Prepared to take cover or expecting an omission

And I see myself in everyone

But maybe that just means that I’ve turned into a mirror

When they're gone there’s nothing to see

She told me there’s a song that reminds her of me

A conflicted little nihilist

So young and sweet

And he’s going all the way under, I self examine the scene

And I see the way she looks at me

And I silently agree