Feeding the starved opportunist on a steady diet of fingernails and surrounding skin;
Just enough to keep him quiet

I know i'm a little bit strange
But I’ll keep quiet and you don't have to say anything and this typhoon of bumbling ineptitude might deflate to just a gust in this room

I'm getting better at leaving
I’m a familiar sound in a colloquial din
I am a compromise

Everything's on loan we are interim