Change

Sometimes I think I have too many imperfections
Maybe so many shouldn't add up the way the do
The way I make mistakes is so uncomforting to myself and everyone around me
For those who take pity only feed my need for attention; they feed my addiction

For substances which we choose not to control
We use to block out what surrounds us
With those so immaculately established
And those who are still gun shy
It holds true to both
We hold true to all and each other

To let down and get out
Burning among crosses and clouds
Light the fire and float; drift
Reach out and make a connection

Make something happen
Change