I Can't Focus

All the patterns remain
Out of the lines on your face
I’m tired too
Well I chewed off my own foot
Just to get out of the trap
Then set it up again
Just to go back
And I lost my sword
And my shield in the war
But it’s okay
'cause you forgot what you were fighting for
Anyway
I could smile
In two thousand mile increments
To probably break my teeth
As soon as you could see them
I might as well give up the chase
While running in place
In a two thousand mile space
Oo-o-o-o-o
What a waste
So I guess
Where that mess on the floor is
That you can never find the right place for…
This wound will never heal right
If we don’t sew it up tight
And tie off all the endings so that they
Never need mending