So here i lay
Half dead and in your way
stuck on candid memories
and mediocre lies

I’m fixed in transfixion
self doubt and self-Infliction
I cant surpass
your meritorious eyes

I’ll diffidently wait
for a clean slate
a pompous truism
that’ll validate thy crys

And from here on
when you hear this song
all subtle convictions
will wither and die
along with modest ties and arrogant eyes…