slug:nwho's lost and who's the boss?nhow'd his head get chewed off?nopen your mouth, spit it out,nmove ain't enough for tryin' to lift the crowd.ni missed the bus but i caught the flight,nmischievous and it cost my life.natop the bridge, count the cars below,nwishing time would slow so i could stop to go.nleaning to the sides and making the turn again,ni'm learning the turns and i'm familiar with the terms.ntryin' to shed light with the songs i writenbut the lights require fire now i'm covered with burns.nseventh degree, put my flesh in the heat,ntoo much adrenaline for just lettin' it be.nsometimes i wish that they would leave me dead in the streetsnbut i feel like half a human when i'm restin' my feet.nndose one:ni don't know, that huge thing sure is a long ways off,nnalias:nand my strength is quickly reducing.nndose one:nwhat if by chance we got lost?nnalias:nthat's a good point, that has also passed through my head.nndose one:nbig belly river, ocean wide, that it is a lot bigger than me.nooooh, i shudder at the thought.nnalias:nand i'm painfully aware of opinions playing a big role,nwishing i could release myself from this depressing strangle hold.nndose one:nblindnnalias:nunnndose one:nfoldnnalias:nsurenndose one:nallnnalias:nselfnndose one:nshame,nnalias:nworth.nndose one:nblindnnalias:nunnndose one:nfoldnnalias:nsurenndose one:nallnnalias:nself-worth,ndose one:nashamed!nndose one and sole:nhiding almost out of breath on the other side of the lights,nfingering our belly buttons,ndreaming of the bigger things in life.nnhiding out of breath on the other side of the lights,nit's fingering out belly buttons,nthinking of the bigger things in life!nnalias:nhow god awful does this sound have to benfor me to gain a large core audience?nplainly change is in the airnbut when the spotlight is swung in my direction will anybody care?nconstantly this train runs through my head, daydreaming.nmy connection to it all is supported by poles.nthank god last year i invested in the spring board,nit made the most important thing in one of my best friend's life.nit's exactly one orbit laternand the pangs of being unsure haunt my every waking day.nam i being selfish for creating myself and friends firstnand the others second? i wouldn't change it for the worldnyet i feel stuck between a rock and a three thousand mile tripnthat kept getting pushed back causing more of this discussion.nthe art of confidence is not one of my strongest areasnand probably never will be, probably never will be.nnslug:nwishful thinking at an all-time high,nkiss the demons and make 'em all cry.nstandin' at the window watchin' the wind,ncountin' the tears that get caught in my grin.nchewin' on the center of interest investin'nall the time and the pride that rests upon my chest.ncontinue gathering twigs to build my nest,nself-battlin', eatin' up epiphanies for breakfast.ni went to all the parties, i met all the women,nand i've stood at the center of the prism, to the left of attentionnand to the right of the universe,nas bad as it is, i gotta believe that it could be worse.nwalkin' through the rain and the millennium,nwhere lazy and convenient is the mother of invention.ni must have the guts to mention to the man in the reflection,nyo, what you lookin at? (what are you lookin' at?)nndose one:nooooh there's some climbing going on,nadam's found his courage, adam's found his courage.nopen, put on display puddle perfect, open again.nthe happy one's a poison pen leaking all over me, all over in order.ni'm rolling at this movie of a poet's wife,nstaring at my belly button, thinking of the bigger things in life.nhiding almost out of breath on the other side of the lights,nlittle things in life, it's quiet.