First it comes on quiet, creeping slow
Clever words and phrases only stain
I remain so
Lost and buried under everything that I need
When all I want is you
I've been here so very long

And every word is calculated
Never questioned or debated
All these practiced poses
I could wreck it if I had to
But I'm the wreck so what would that do?
My masterpiece will fall apart
It was over before the start
If I burn out and slip away