High Beam Composure

Fall sideways
To face you all the way down
Have disarray to know you
Don't back away

She don't love you anyway
And he don't love you anyway
We, anyway

Fall sideways to show you
Don't back away

We
Don't
Love
You
Anyway

I want a chance at owning everything I couldn't own
I want to change
I want to bring precision

Thoughts?
A poem?
A rotten lesson?
You hear anything I couldn't do?

I want to change
I want to sense some sort of
Disillusionment
But I've become so, you know
Yeah, yeah
You know?
Typical

In your eyes, I'm trailing off
And I can't stand up
In your eyes, I'm taking off
But I can't stand up

You know you're so typical
And you're still tipping over