Every now and then
I see a piece of me
In all the things I’ve
Wanted to deceive

And every time
I walk a line
It detours every time
To a spike strip addled road
Carved out on the side
Aside a boring chorus sings
With arms folded company

And then right there
I’m feeling scared
Not a ghost white
But nerves like fleas
Scattering
Embalm before the storm

And every time
I see a sign
Dеsigned to change my mind
My thoughts are all alignеd
In keeping me
Free from thieves
These are all mine